The Wooden Bowl

 
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
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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, 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. 

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17 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Touch
    Jul 06, 2009 @ 16:32:17

    You and me both, Rhonda. This was a wonderful story and it will stay with me.

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  2. Beth
    Jul 06, 2009 @ 17:17:58

    Beautiful story. Thank you!

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  3. nita
    Jul 06, 2009 @ 17:25:35

    hi rhonda, great post, we can learn a lot from children, we can also learn a lot from those older than ourselves, but most of all we can learn a lot from many places, listening to the many ways our lord chooses to speak to us. take care, hugs – nita.

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  4. Mei's
    Jul 06, 2009 @ 17:31:24

    This is lovely! Last two days after few people had told me how to enjoy life and get out join in with people and be happy, and a long walk with a friend, I start it to realised how fool I am, and life isn\’t to bad, I still have all my family and friends love me and they do care, even my chubby hubby! LOL…. fine he want his dad, I\’m enjoying my freedom, do things I like and enjoy life, make new friends and carry on moaning anything I like, I am very happy now, I booked my piano lesson and I am thinking to do more water colour lesson as well soon, life is full of fun and learning are non stop, hope this fun mood will keep going….. sorry! I\’m a bit long wind here today, must be my high mood visiting! Better stop now, have a good week Rhonda. MeiO! Forgot what I want to say, this wooden bowl makes me feel small, I want hubby pick between FIL and me, I\’m bad!

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  5. REBECCA
    Jul 06, 2009 @ 17:32:14

    This was such a touching story, Rhonda. Thanks for sharing! So often it is through the innocent eyes of a child that adults are able to learn their deepest and most profound lessons. Don\’t ever find yourself stuck looking at things from such a narrow perspective that you end up missing a beautiful forest by just focusing on one isolated tree.(((Hugs))), Becky (^:^)

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  6. Brett
    Jul 06, 2009 @ 19:45:10

    The wooden bowl . . . I\’ll probably forget it. :: Note to self :: forget Wooden Bowl :: Peace.~ Piggy ~Seriously Rhonda,why do we have to be reminded what is important ? Are we that fickle or uncaring as a race ? Are we so consumed with being anal,that were not able to peer out of our own a$$es.Ya know,I play the fool,and some would say convincingly,but it really blows my mind that we don\’t appreciate anything.End of the day,were all gonna die,and what we thought was important in way of wealth,materials,power,and what not,isn\’t going to be worth the sweat we put into it.Liked the blog,very much so.So much,I\’m wishing you peace as myself.Peace.~ Brett ~

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  7. sunee
    Jul 06, 2009 @ 20:16:51

    Ohh goodness, it brought tears to my eyes!Thanks for posting this lovely story. Sometimes it is in looking through our childrens eyes that we are able to see the whole picture.

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  8. Terry
    Jul 06, 2009 @ 21:41:31

    That story made me cry the first time and read it and it still does. How children can make us see the light. Thanks for sharing.

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  9. Patsy
    Jul 06, 2009 @ 22:34:18

    I had read this before and each time I read it I still tear up. Out of the mouth of babes huh? Hope you are doing well. Hugs, Pat

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  10. Jul 06, 2009 @ 23:03:12

    Dear Rhonda, How great, this story is so touching!!! Yes, it will remain with me forever!!! Sending love and big hugs, Kerrie xXX

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  11. Cynical
    Jul 06, 2009 @ 23:45:04

    A good reminder, Rhonda. It might have been more powerful if it had ended with "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." No more explanation was needed.Peace, Doc

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  12. Sue
    Jul 07, 2009 @ 00:17:14

    Hi Rhonda,I have read this story many time and ever time it make me think of those who dont have family\’s, to share a meal with,Beautiful blogTake careSue

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  13. Princess
    Jul 07, 2009 @ 00:59:37

    Yo Rhonda, it is a Good Thought Provoking Blog. I have heard this story b4 & it did stick with me! Hope u have a lovely day 2day, Luv PF XXX

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  14. Happy
    Jul 07, 2009 @ 01:23:12

    I love the catcher\’s mitt. Sometimes you do have to fling a little/lot back 🙂 The story so beautifully told and powerful reminder about how we can live with kindness and, sometimes, not even see the acts of kindness extended. Thank you for post Rhonda. Have a great evening/tomorrow.

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  15. Angel eyes
    Jul 07, 2009 @ 07:58:44

    Such amazing lessons angel eyes

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  16. Sue
    Jul 07, 2009 @ 09:55:32

    This is a beautiful story—I saw it recently in my mailbox. A lot of good lessons to learn too. Thanks for posting it.

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  17. Lisa ♥
    Jul 07, 2009 @ 18:33:39

    Wonderful Blog Rhonda . Both the Story and Ive learned.. I learned so much about Patience , and to Let Go. The Story made me Smile and really how true this is. It really is not to smile at the fact that the Elderly was picked on and abused but it was also teaching the Child to do unto others as you would to them. A Great Lesson in many ways. Sending Hugs across the Miles. Nice Upgrade to your space.:)

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