The Wooden Bowl



I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now. This is a beautiful story and something to remember.


Wooden Bowl


The Wooden Bowl



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 father,” said the son. “I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating,

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 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.


The way we treat our parents we are teaching our children how to treat us. How do you treat your parents, would you want your children to treat you the same way?


Love and Blessings,
AngelBaby

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4 Responses to The Wooden Bowl

  1. Eric S. says:

    So true, children learn by example. The poor old man, must have been a terrible thing to be lonely so long.

  2. AngelBaby says:

    Eric,

    It is amazing how much children see and learn. They don’t miss anything we do and they copy everything so if we mistreat our parents then they think this is the right way to treat us. We need to remember that our children’s minds are just like a sponge they pick up everything. 😯

    Yes, I am sure it was just awful for that dear old man to eat alone all the time, just because he was old and could not manage the way he used to. 😥

    Have a wonderful day! 😎

  3. AY says:

    The Asian community is very into filial piety but even so of late there are are many cases of children sending their parents to the hospitals on the pretext of seeking treatment and then never ever showing up to collect them. So the hospitals are being used as convenient place to abandon parents who are old and frail. It is a bad sign and yes it is so important to lead by example. Thanks for that reminder.
    There’s always something to learn from your post. Have a great day!

  4. AngelBaby says:

    Ay,

    It is really sad how our older community is treated. If they are too much trouble to take care of we just put them in a home for the elderly and most of them are pretty bad. I feel sorry for people who are just put out somewhere so the family doesn’t have to bother with them any more. It really needs to change. 😥

    I hope you have a wonderful day! 😎

    Love and Blessings,
    AngelBaby

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