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.
~Leo Tolstoy (an adaptation)
~This story is centuries old but until today it still has the same heartbreaking, heartwarming effect every time I read it… ♥ It maybe late for Grandparent’s Day, but everyday is never too late to tell our Grandpa and Grandma how much we love them.
I grew up with my grandparents. Every time they cross my mind I can’t help but miss them. :( I particularly am a Lolo’s girl, and it saddens me that he had to leave so soon. Ni hindi na niya ako nakitang magdalaga…
So to anyone reading this who still have their grandparents living with them, have the time to at least embrace them, make them smile and tell them how grateful you are being their grandchild. It is our turn to take care of them. Let us not forget to make them feel how thankful we are for all the care and love they’ve given us as we grow up. :)