Tuesday, 3 March 2015

The Wooden Bowl

It's about being NICE to each other

I got given a copy of this little ditty by one of my elderly Home Care client's a few years back (when I first started out in this Aged-Care caper) but have re-discovered it only recently after clearing out a bedroom cupboard last week. I remember at the time Mrs Betty Oldefield gave it to me, that I'd merely skimmed over it quickly and when asked later what I thought, I'd just lied and said 'Oh yes, it was lovely'.

(It's amazing how much you can actually get away with when talking to older people, just by saying how lovely something is...)

But I've since read it again PROPERLY and am now kicking myself for not doing so back then.  Perhaps I am a different person than I was in them young smarty-pants skim-reading kinda days.  Older yes, but possibly even a little more wiser? Experienced, let's call it. And I've realised that although life is busy, it is definitely worth giving some things a chance - like reading boring 'old people' stories, for example.

So have a wee peruse below just for fun, and who knows... you may end up pleasantly surprised, feel a little more insightful or possibly have a much clearer perspective on how your own life is sitting.  

It's worth it just for the bit about the tangled Christmas tree lights alone!
(I guess I'm relating to this as I've just been battling with mine... and it wasn't pretty!)

Read on!

The Wooden Bowl

"I guarantee you will remember this tale of The Wooden Bowl, 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 a four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. 

The family ate together nightly at the dinner table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating rather difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass often 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 at the dinner table. Since grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. 

... re-name it The 'Naughty' Bowl?
Sometimes when the family glanced in grandfather's direction, he had a tear in his eye as he ate 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 from 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.          
(Author Unknown)

"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 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 shouldnt go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back sometimes.

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 decisions.

I've learned that even when I have pains, I dont 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."

What's so bad about
pea-ing on the floor anyway?

Moral of the story:  Be nice to your elders 'cos it will be YOU one day, matie!


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