The Wooden Bowl

[The 14th Colony]

The Wooden Bowl
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September 12th is Grandparents Day.

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and
four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his
eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.

The family ate together at the table but the elderly
grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating
difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.

When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.

"We must do something about Grandfather," said the son.
"I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on
the floor." So the husband and wife set a small table in the
corner.

There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family
enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two,
his food was served in a wooden bowl.

When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction sometimes he
had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words
the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a
fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence.

One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing
with wood scraps on the floor.

He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?"

Just as sweetly, the boy responded,

"Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and
Mama to eat your food when I grow up."

The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.

The words so struck the parents that they were speechless.

Then tears started to stream down their cheeks.

Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.

That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led
him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days,
he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither
husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was
dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

Children are remarkably perceptive.

Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen,
and their minds ever process the messages they absorb.

If they see us patiently provide a happy home atmosphere,
they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives.

The wise parent realizes that every day the building blocks are
being laid for the child's future.

Let's be wise builders and role models.


~Author Unknown~

[julix]

Very very good Ron,


My kids teach me as much as I teach them.

My Grandmother was the most wonderful special, and words don't even describe....in the world. It was a gift to know her!! I miss you my Nanu

[BST]

Beautiful story, 14th.



....and it's said that children need to be educated. Often times, they are the "educator". Parents not only need to talk to their children, they need to listen as well.

[bsg1fan1975]

My grandpa taught me very much in the short time he was in my life. I lost him to an accident when a tractor trailer hit my grams's car in '91. He was a man of few words and toward the end of his life depended on my grams to care for him as he had Parkinson's. He was quick to make you laugh, had the patience to answer every question any of us grandkids had the nerve to ask. I often suspected that since my mother and her next to the eldest were his favorite girls he had a soft spot for their childrenout of all of us grandkids. I miss you very much Gramps.


BST, you are right. Sometimes adults need to listen to children as they may have wisdom that another adult might not. We should often look at the world through a child's eyes.

[Muffit]

Wonderful story 14th!

[The 14th Colony]

I'm glad you all enjoyed it.

[The 14th Colony]

Originally Posted by BST

Beautiful story, 14th.



....and it's said that children need to be educated. Often times, they are the "educator". Parents not only need to talk to their children, they need to listen as well.

Dis be true. Word.

[bsg1fan1975]

uh huh! children can have a profound effect on adults.

[amberstar]

Thanks 14th...that was a great story

[bsg1fan1975]

its was bootiful!!!!!!

[shiningstar]

Originally Posted by The 14th Colony

The Wooden Bowl
================

September 12th is Grandparents Day.

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and
four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his
eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.

The family ate together at the table but the elderly
grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating
difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.

When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.

"We must do something about Grandfather," said the son.
"I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on
the floor." So the husband and wife set a small table in the
corner.

There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family
enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two,
his food was served in a wooden bowl.

When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction sometimes he
had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words
the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a
fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence.

One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing
with wood scraps on the floor.

He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?"

Just as sweetly, the boy responded,

"Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and
Mama to eat your food when I grow up."

The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.

The words so struck the parents that they were speechless.

Then tears started to stream down their cheeks.

Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.

That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led
him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days,
he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither
husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was
dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

Children are remarkably perceptive.

Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen,
and their minds ever process the messages they absorb.

If they see us patiently provide a happy home atmosphere,
they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives.

The wise parent realizes that every day the building blocks are
being laid for the child's future.

Let's be wise builders and role models.


~Author Unknown~

I remember this story well. Although I have no idea who wrote it.
The story speaks to my soul and heart. Thank you for sharing it.