They were struggling through hard times and could barely put food on the table.
Struggling pay check to pay check and the ends just never seemed to meet.
Mother took the little she had and went to the store, holding back the tears as she walked through the aisles and bought a small pack of potatoes, enough to feed her family for the night.
She came home and put on her best smile and her apron. She started preparing the potatoes for the family that she loved.
The children swarmed all around her--"Mother, mother, would you play with us?"
Mother sits down and realizes a decision needs to be made. They do not need to know of the heavy burden she carries.
She plans out the day--they clean and tidy their little home. She is careful to smile, to love generously. She does her best to fill their day with song, laughter and games. They make crafts out of paper for display. That is what she has much of, she will fill her home with the riches of love.
When the children grew up they were asked if they remember growing up poor. Each one looked at another with bewilderment. Not once in all their days did they every feel the poverty that beheld them, for it was another's sacrifices that kept their growing hearts in true treasure---for they had the riches of a mother who loved them.