Monday, July 23, 2007

The Tale of 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...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, 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, sometime 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.

Your children learn what you teach by example, whether you mean for them to learn it or not.~~~~~~~~~~~

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've learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care about. I just did.

Thanks to Steve Sanders who sent me this story about the wooden bowl.

Note from Lucy: I brought TF home from the hospital last Friday. He is doing much better except that he keeps having cold sweats and he can't stay warm. They sent him home with an antibotic but this still worrys me. He is walking better. He's eating better. He's not in as much pain and his spirits are up. I think we are over the hump and he is on his way to getting well. YEA!

Oh Yes! I forgot to mention that today is my 36th wedding anniversary! WOW


At 10:05 AM, Blogger Oh great One said...

You are right about the story. I will remember it.

I'm glad to hear your hubby is doing better. Hopefully those antibiotics will kick in and give him some relief. Take care!

At 6:28 PM, Blogger SusieQ said...

I will remember the story of the wooden bowl for a long time, Lucy. My parents are both deceased, but I was kind to them when they reached the point of spilling milk and losing peas off their fork. My love for them was the main reason I treated them with kindness and understanding, but I knew I was setting an example for my children with my behavior as well.

Your husband is on the mend. Hoorah! Must have been partly due to all that fantastic loving care he received from you.

I am glad you are back to posting a little now.

At 10:49 PM, Blogger OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

I will remember that story, too!

So glad to read that your hubby is getrting better...I hope all his symptonds abate and that he will be back to himself very very soon!

At 1:21 AM, Blogger Eugene Tan said...

The parable of the wooden bowl. I know that one too.

Pop by and read Fraser's comment to my "Sunday, July 22, 2007 -
One does not love breathing" post.

And here's wishing you many many many more years of matrimonial bliss.

You two are wonderful!

At 2:39 AM, Blogger Merle said...

Hi Lucy ~~ I love the story of the Wooden Bowl and have posted it myself. I would like to wish you and your husband a very Happy 36th
wedding anniversary. It is a little late, but wanted to hear how he was getting on before I mentioned it. So glad things are looking better - not
befor time is it. Thanks for leaving your comments. Take care, Love, Merle.

At 8:14 AM, Blogger Leslie said...


And thank you for remembering Evelyn's birthday. I finally got her birthday post up. I was waiting for my husband to email the pics he took with his work camera.

At 11:13 AM, Blogger Big Dave T said...

Thirty six years is no mean feat. I'll have to ask the missus how long we've been married ;-)

Coincidentally, I just came from a blog that had to do with caring for the elderly. It certainly isn't easy.

At 11:12 PM, Blogger Paul said...

Congratulations on your anniversary, and glad things are looking up for your husband.

At 11:10 PM, Blogger NoSurfGirl said...

SO wonderful that he is feeling better!!!

And happy anniversary.

I think I have an overdeveloped sense of guilt when it comes to the elderly. I can't STAND rest homes, even though I know that sometimes they're necessary. I volunteered in one for eight months and it just made me so sad... and afraid to grow old. Sigh.

At 12:11 AM, Blogger Val said...

Thanks for your comment on my blog, Lucy. Reading your profile, I think your eye might have been caught by my mention of a craft fair!

And reading through your list of things learned, I'm a bit worried about what my handling of Christmas tree lights says about me: either I give the lights to hubby or sons to put back in the box or, as I did last year, left them up all year on our bamboo screen which serves as our Christmas tree...

At 10:15 AM, Blogger Merle said...

Hi again Lucy ~~ I am so sorry your husband is still not 100 per cent.
I trust that he is at least making small steps towards aa full recovery
Glad you like the joke, but not so funny in real life. Take care, Love,

At 5:52 PM, Blogger Mountain Mama said...

A late Happy Anniversary wish to you.
I'm glad things are getting better, What a relief for all of you.
I had read the story a while back, It sure is something to think about.

At 5:05 PM, Blogger Live, Love, Laugh said...

I absolutely love this story!

At 3:57 AM, Blogger OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

Hope your hubby is doing better and better...!

More Hummingbirds will be coming, soon!

At 10:48 AM, Blogger Rachel said...

The wooden bowl is a great story!!

Happy belated anniversay!!!

I do hope your husband is improving and that you are over the hump and going way on down the other side by now!

At 6:59 PM, Blogger An80sNut said...

First off, great story. I need to hold onto that one. Also, happy anniversary and congrats on his improvement. My best wishes to you both.


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