|Posted by Sohail Bhatti on August 21, 2010 at 1:39 AM|
THE WOODEN BOWL
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and afour-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight wasblurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together nightly at thedinner table. But
the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating rather
difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped theglass often milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law
became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about
said the son. I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and
the floor. So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner at the
dinner table. Since grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was
served in a wooden bowl. Sometimes when the family glanced in
direction, he had a tear in his eye as he ate alone. Still, the only
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 youmaking?"
as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you
mama to eat your food from 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
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
was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled. Children are
Love Ur parents if u wants to be loved by ur children.