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Somtimes, its our children who teach us.

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March 05, 2008 at 9:01am

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A sad but sweet story

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.

I love how God can reveal things to us through our children... and in a loving way that we know it comes directly from HIM.

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4 Comments to "Somtimes, its our children who teach us."

Mike n Laura

March 05, 2008 at 9:07am

This is fictional, right Tammy? Regardless, your point is true!!

As I read I thought, man how could anyone do that to their elderly parent. But you know what? It happens ALL the time. I've seen it myself, at Sunrise Assisted Living. Not often, but it still disgusts me when it does. Granted, I tell myself I don't know the full family history...for instance, I don't know if the parent mistreated the child for many years, killing all possibility of compassion in the child we he/she grew up. But still, any way you dice it, it's still sin, and repulsive.

Ok, I think I went way off topic....sorry! Man just keep posting stuff Tammy, you're really triggering some thoughts!

blessings845

March 05, 2008 at 7:53pm

Hi Tammy,remember the Bible says a little child shall lead
God bless
may you continue to be an inspiration

Patrick Hazard

March 06, 2008 at 5:23am

Excellent post. I have heard this story before...there is noting like the look of a child to let you know you have really screwed up...they are too young and naive to be political. My children are my thermometers...

Tammy psalms77_1

March 06, 2008 at 5:46am

very cool point of view! My kids are my calender, clock, and thermometers..... I basicly need them to function correctly on all levels!

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