What’s the price for your love and attention?

This is a well known short story that I really wanted to share today. Definitely worth a read weather you have kids or not. 

A man came home from work late again, tired and irritated, to find his 5 year old son waiting for him at the door. Daddy, may I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, sure, what is it?” replied the man.

“Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?”

“That’s none of your business! What makes you ask such a thing?” the man said angrily.

“I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?” pleaded the little boy.

“If you must know, I make £20.00 an hour.”

“Oh,” the little boy replied, head bowed.

Looking up, he said, “Daddy, may I borrow £10.00 please?”

The father was furious. “If the only reason you wanted to know how much money I make is just so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you’re being so selfish. I work long, hard hours everyday and don’t have time for such childish games.” The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.

The man sat down and started to get even madder about the little boy’s questioning. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money.

After an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think he may have been a little hard on his son. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $10.00, and he really didn’t ask for money very often.

The man went to the boy’s room and opened the door. “Are you asleep son?” he asked.

“No daddy, I’m awake,” replied the boy.

“I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier,” said the man. “It’s been a long day and I took my aggravation out on you. Here’s that $10.00 you asked for.”

The little boy sat straight up, beaming. “Oh, thank you daddy!” he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some more crumpled up bills. The man, since the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at the man.

“Why did you want more money if you already had some?” the father grumbled.

“Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied.

“Daddy, I have £20.00 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?”


13 responses to “What’s the price for your love and attention?

  1. BEautiful story I do wish parents have more time for theier kids now adays , in our rush to earn more money and be well knows .. wel forget that the best wealth we have is our kids …

  2. Boy did I see THAT one coming!!! 🙂

    All the kids I ever looked after know that I always be there for them.

    Now they are adults it is a precious gift that they will never forget…

    Love and hugs!


  3. Hi, I’m Nguyen Hong from Vietnam. I’ve come to your blog many times to read interesting and meaningful stories! I love learning English so much and I’ve just create my wordpress blog. May we talk more later??

  4. I’m nguyenhong277, I’ve changed my site to myenglishsite1408.wordpress.com. Thanks for your stories!!…

  5. Hey there,

    Very nice story – such a simple message, then why do we fail to take it on board, why do we think that we must wrap our children, our loved ones with materialistic things to make them happy. We then fall into the trap of working our lives into the ground and not realising that what we are doing is pushing away our loved ones. Hug your loved one’s, your children every day and tell them you love them.

    Have a nice day

  6. I think people over compensate with materialistic things on order to make up for the lack of time and attention that they don’t give their kids, or to make up for being failures as parents.

    It’s a shame that many don’t see that all kids really want is some good undivided attention and quality time.

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