The Wooden Bowl

This was an email I received from a friend. It blessed me so much I wanted to post it. I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-yearold 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, 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 in when I grow up.” The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.

The words so struck the parents so 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.

On a positive note, I’ve learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things: a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

I’ve learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents,

you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.”

I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.

I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back

I’ve learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you

I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.

I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one.

I’ve learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.

People love that human touch — holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn.

I pray this blessed you as much as it blessed me. Have a wonderful day!

Photo by Tonya Vander.

“Resolve to be tender with the young, compassionate with the aged,sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant with the weak and the wrong.
Sometime in your life you will have been all of these.”

Dr. Robert H. Goddard quotes (American rocket engineer 1882-1945)


6 thoughts on “The Wooden Bowl

  1. Oh girl, this struck me so hard. I wanted to stop by your blog and thank you for commenting on mine and then I read this and added you immediately to my Reader. This post touched home for me deeply.I was raised by a Grandmother who suffered a stroke when I was only 7 years old. She died when I was fifteen and so for 8 years, she was called a “burden” on us all because she had a hard time walking, eating and could no longer speak. I loved my Grandmother more than words could say, and the mere thought of anyone treating the elderly because of their “weaknesses” just gets my heart rate up!Thank you for posting this! I hope others read it and we can change a few peoples ways of thinking when it comes to the elderly.

  2. Jia – My MIL lives with us and she has dementia. If you read deeper into my posts, you will see our struggles and understand why this blessed me so much. Thank you for your kind words. I’d love to have you as a regular reader!

  3. I love this story Jan. So sweet and sad, yet lends a second chance for those who need to change their ways. Thanks for posting this.

  4. Oh what a heart-wrenching story. In the middle I wanted to march right into that dining room and take Grandpa home with me to eat at my table. I’m so glad to see the outcome. What a touching post.

  5. Great post Jan! We in our society don’t show value to those that are young or too old. It is so important that we don’t loose sight of this. Thank you for reminding us all of that.

The righteous person faces many troubles, but the Lord comes to the rescue each time. - Psalm 34:19

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