I used to say to people that if cashy bonuses are your thing, then teaching is not. Because the types of bonuses you get as a teacher are things like ski trips with two hundred of your favourite thirteen-year-olds. It's a simpler kind of joy.
Parenting is similar. There is much invested and the pay-offs come later (and subtler).
My son went to the store with his grandparents and they had a yummy fast food lunch. When they arrived home, I asked how the trip was and what they'd had for lunch. To which Grandpa replied with a grin, "broccoli, cauliflower and green beans."
Cole looked at me and said, "chicken fingers, french fries and a doughnut, Mommy," then he turned to Grandpa and said, "It's better to tell the truth, Grandpa."