My dear girl,
The day you see I’m getting older, please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.
If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, do not interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago” … Just listen, please. Try to remember the moments when you were little and I would read the same story night after night until you would fall asleep.
If I do not want to take a bath, do not be angry and do not embarrass me. Do you remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a girl?
And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked.
When you see how ignorant I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and do not look at me that way … remember, honey, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day… the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.
If I sometimes lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can not, do not be nervous, impatient or arrogant. Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you.
And if my tired old legs do not make me move as fast as before, give me your hand the same way I gave it to mine the first time.
When those days come, don’t feel sad… just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love.
I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared. With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say, I love you… my darling daughter.
He Was Tired Of His Old Father’s Mess, But Then His 4-Year-Old Spoke Up!
A frail old man lived 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 trembling hands of the grandfather 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 one or two dishes, 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 4-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before dinner, the father noticed that his son playing with scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, “What are you doing?” The boy answered softly, “Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.” The 4-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents 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.
Moral: You reap what you sow. Regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life.