TRULY THANKFUL FOR: My “adopted” grandparents, Alice and Dick Warner who I miss very dearly.
First off, I wanted to let you all know that I will be writing Monday-Friday from now on. To be quite honest, on Saturdays I notice that not only am I struggling to sit down and write my posts in a timely manner, but also that readership jumps down significantly as well. It doubles up first thing on Mondays, so that tells me that it’s not that you aren’t reading, but that weekends are spent playing catch-up as they are for us. 🙂 Weekend time is family time, as it should be. While I love writing to and for all of you, I think that at this time in our lives especially, it is so important to make our families a critical priority. With sports and school activities, housework, yardwork, our extended families, church functions and all the things we consume our weekends with, I want to make sure my family is getting their due quality time and I would definitely encourage all of you to do the same. I hope that makes sense and that you understand. My dedication to the message has not changed, just tweaking to make sure what I reach out to you with is all that it should be.
Secondly, I did not write the story you are about to read, but my mom shared it with me and I so enjoyed the sentiment, I wanted to share it with all of you. Especially as we approach the holidays, we need to put on our “care” hats and take care of each other, especially the sick and elderly. When it is not comfortable or easy, I ask that God would grant us each the strength to work outside ourselves and help someone in need. I hope you have a very blessed weekend. My love to all.
I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, 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 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.
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 shouldn’t 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 decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t 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. I’ve learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care about. I just did!