The Cost of Being a Dad

1st year Tee Ball All County Award

age 5 age 19

So you’re a father now. Congratulations! You’ve been blessed; from now on you will have someone to worry about and love more than life. We have four sons and a daughter, and have now reached the most expensive stage of all: four teenage boys.

Here is a list of two weeks’ expenses of our most wallet-draining son. Granted this June is a busy month, but still. Who knew one healthy son could cost this much? Times four plus girl.

$ 150……………………..tickets to sports award night at Marriott

$ 350……………………..summer baseball league

$ 100……………………..wooden bat for summer league

$ 400……………………..housing deposit for college

$ 200……………………..admissions deposit for college

$ 110……………………..hotel reservation for new student college visit

$ 340 …………………….limo for prom

$ 120……………………..tux rental

$ 140……………………..food estimate, probably more

And I used to think the diaper stage was expensive! So take this as a warning to new fathers out there—beware. Your adorable, gurgling, burping little boy might like baseball…and you’ll love watching him play. When he bats off the tee, you’ll cheer like he hit a grand slam in the major leagues. He may pitch a no-hitter…and may win all-county. You’ll spend every spring and weekend sitting on a cold bench shivering for two hours. After games, he’ll be hungry. Very hungry. Unless you own a supermarket, you won’t have enough food in your house. He won’t have his own money, because he has no time to work during baseball season. Practice is every day.

You’ll remind yourself there is more to life than baseball, but you’ll still spend your last dime on his pitching coach and baseball camp. Then he’ll grow up, want to go to college, and attend his prom. You can’t say no because you love this boy and you’re his dad.

Now that you’ve been warned, enjoy the days; they go faster than your fastball. Your son is an expensive blessing, but worth every dime and hour spent. So go have that catch; you won’t regret it.

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Anonymous said…

great job

June 16, 2013 at 5:57 AM

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