I bought my grandson some new clothes. Nothing expensive, just a few nice shirts and pants that I thought he would look handsome in. I was excited to see him wear them, but when we showed them to my daughter-in-law, she frowned.

“Is this all you could afford?” she asked, her voice sharp. The words stung more than I could admit. I didn’t want to cause a scene, so I quietly excused myself and went home.

But her comment stayed with me, echoing in my heart. I wasn’t hurt because of the money—I was hurt because I had given those clothes with love, not with price tags in mind.A few days later, my son and his family came over to visit. To my surprise, my grandson came running toward me wearing the very clothes I had bought.

His face was lit up with joy, and his arms wrapped around me in the biggest hug. I couldn’t help but smile, but I noticed the tension between my son and his wife. Later, I learned they had argued after that day.

My son had defended me, telling her that kindness mattered more than material things. As I sat with my grandson, still lost in thought, he tugged on my sleeve. In his small but confident voice, he asked, “Grandma, do you like me in your clothes?

I love them because you picked them for me.”

My eyes welled with tears. In that moment, I realized children don’t see price tags. They see love, care, and effort.

To him, the clothes weren’t “cheap” or “expensive.” They were special because they came from me. That day, I understood something important: gifts given from the heart will always mean more than what money can buy. And sometimes, it takes the pure honesty of a child to remind us of what truly matters.