I needed to share this! I have read this story before, but it didn’t have quite the same meaning that it does now. I take care of my grandma now and there are days that are so trying, days when I just have no patience, days when I wonder how I’ll make it through all of this….but then reading this again puts so much into perspective.
It’s not easy for me watching her as she is now, not when I remember her once being so vital, so capable. And yes, it is frustrating…like when she broke a glass yesterday and I cut myself picking up the pieces. BUT….sometimes I need to be reminded that this is not easy for her either. She too is frustrated that she needs help with so much she never needed help with. She is frustrated when she can’t remember how to do something she’d been doing for years. She doesn’t like needing a walker, grab bars in the bathroom, etc. This has been so difficult for her physically, emotionally, and mentally…sometimes I forget that. I needed to see this today to be reminded…
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…
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