Senin, 31 Januari 2011

Reflections ...

Wood Table ...  

One time, there is a grandfather who had lived with her son. In addition, also lived in-law, and their children aged 6 years. Hands of parents is so fragile, and often move erratically. His vision blurred, and limping were frail. The family used to eat together in the dining room. However, the parents of dementia is often mess things up. Her hands trembled and his eyes are myopic, making it difficult to eat food. Spoons and forks are often fall down. When the old man grabbed a glass, milk spilled soon wet cloths. https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj82X4yPKyw0FfJctdOUbiWbm5dezBiELqdjWPeMGXykfHiAoOS2vlj3RtDhnn-mofD2f3s8ndO7VJNoL2jzhGwP1exqji9YVlaDwB-vn-95yK2fPYhl8c4fqN7mbHxjN8eX0QPexcIERs/s1600/Meja+kayu.jpg
Son and daughter had become upset. They feel bothered with all this. "We must do something," said the husband. "I'm tired of it all for this old man." Then, both husband and wife is also made a small wooden table in the corner. There, his grandfather would sit down to eat alone, while all of them ate the food. Because they often break the dishes, they also provide wooden bowl to the grandfather. 
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Often, when families were busy with their dinner, there was a sad sob from a corner. There were tears that seemed to flow from the lateral line wrinkled old man. However, the word that comes out of the husband and wife is always nagging him to not drop the food anymore. Their children aged 6 years looking at all in silence. 

One night, before bed, the father noticed his son who was playing wooden toys. Gently ask the child. "You're a what?". She responded, "I'm making a wooden table for my father and mother grew up eating my time. Later, will I put in the corner, near where the grandfather used to eat. "The boy smiled and continued her work.

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That answer made her parents so sad and shocked. They could not say another word. Then, tears started rolling from their cheeks. Although no words were spoken, both parents are understood, there is something to be repaired. That night, they guide the hand of the grandfather to return to eating together at the dinner table. No more nagging that comes out when there are dishes that fall, the food is spilled or stained tablecloths. Now, they can eat together again at the main table. 



Friend, children's perception of us. Their eyes would always observe, their ears will always listen, and their thoughts will always digesting everything we do. They are imitators. If they see us treat others with courtesy, it is also being undertaken by them as adults later. Parents who are wise, will always be aware of, any "soul building" that is prepared, is the eternal foundation for the future of child-anak.Mari, craft building wisely. For our children, for our future, for everything. Because, to them is we will always learn, that to do good to others, is just as well as future savings.

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