Story : The Grandfather’s Table and the Wooden Bowl: Read Below

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. 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.

Please Note:

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

My philosopyh in life is to take care and to be taken care of. If i set good examples for the younger ones then they should defo follow such path. Remember 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.

&Make sure those that are living with their Grandparents, PLEASE PLEASE TAKE CARE OF THEM OR ATLEAST VISIT THEM ONCE A WEEK Jus to let them know that you do care about them.

Sadly :'( My grandfathers are no more but i sure hope that those that are *lucky* enuf" will take care of theirs. Luckily i have my Nan living with me nextdoor & i tell you that i love her more than anything and im always taking care of her. Were more of BFF "sharing our thoughts, enjoying a cuppa along with sum next Jokes of her olden times (somtimes i dont get most of them but yet i just go with the flow & would do anything to see a smile on her face :)... As for my Dadi she lives abroad but i make sure i talk to her on the fone at least once a week just to ensure that i have'nt forgotten her. Always give them ur time. & never think that they are BURDEN to you. & dont FORGET were u have come from// if it wasnt for them then you wouldnt have EXISTED.

Thank you for taking your time and reading this posts. xOXoXOx

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