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The Wooden Bowl

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    The Wooden Bowl ~Author Unknown~ ================ A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man s hands
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      The Wooden Bowl
      ~Author Unknown~

      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." 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 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.

      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, 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's be wise builders and role models.
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