” The Wisdom of a Little Boy ” 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 would tremble and his eyesight was blurred

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 increasingly 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 together. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.

Often the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old would watch 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 Mom and you 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 that they were speechless. 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 with now kind words and no more admonitions

~ Author Unknown ~

Comments

  1. A reminder of how we should treat each other and that the parents actions form the child’s.

  2. Touched.

  3. a lesson for everyone of us. one day we will be old and frail and need of help
    🙂

  4. totally agree with Eric and indeed this is a beautiful piece.do unto others what you would like them do unto you.i think at times we forget nothing,no situation is permanent!

  5. God speaks through the mouths of children…beautiful essay.

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