The Grandfather’s Table and Wooden Bowl

I did not write this tale or story. I posted this here to remind all of us of the things that truly matter in our lives. Many time, we make mistakes and offend people, especially those we love most, or those dear to us, not because we want to, but more often because we fail to realize how important they are in our lives.  I hope you learned for this the way I did.

 

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.” Therefore, 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.

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 in 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.

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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 for family members, 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 us be wise builders and role models.

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One thought on “The Grandfather’s Table and Wooden Bowl”

  1. A very touching story!

    There are really families that treasured their wares and utensils – sometimes known as for visitors only. They only offered it for use of visitors and the rest of the family will only use plastic plates and nescafe glasses.

    This story really taught us to value our parents even if they are old and clumsy. Because someday, we also will be old and shaky, so it is high time that we teach our children and grandchildren to love the elders, respect them and most of all be patient with them when they become very old.

    As what my father taught me, how you treat your parents now, will be threefold done to you by your children. So while it is not yet late, let us really look into how we treat our parents, especially if your children are around, otherwise, they will learn from us and it would be late.

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