Bluffton SC Feature Articles

Bluffton  SC Environmental
The Dog Days of Summer

Bluffton SC Folk
Karen Lavery, Rotarian of the Year

Bluffton SC Gardens
Giving Your Summer Gardens a Second Chance

Bluffton SC Arts
Keeping the May River Wild

 
 
Bluffton BBQ
Stock Farm Development
Reed Team
Custom Audio Visual
Old Town Bluffton
The Prominade
 
Home Button


Bluffton SC Departments

Contributors

Bluffton SC Map

Over the Bridges

Bluffton Bulletin Board

Lulabelle

Bluffton Boy

Bluffton Photo Tip

Bluffton Technical

Wine Review

Golf Talk

Bluffton Health

Bluffton Eccentric

May River Tide Chart

Bluffton Friends

Facts About Bluffton

 
Carson Realty, Bluffton SC
Bluffton Pharmacy, Bluffton SC
Bluffton Oyster Company
Romeo's Pizza
Ed Funk Photography
Carson Real Estate
Golis Family Jewelry
Hilton Head Exterminating
BLuffton Rotary - Win a New Car
Loading Bluffton Breeze Cover . . . Bluffton Contributors

 

The Wooden Bowl

Drop Capguarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, and a year from now.

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-inlaw, 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 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've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life. The End

Google
WWW BlufftonBreeze.com

top of page