When the kids are out of control, and the house is a mess, I like to look ahead 30 years. I imagine my 60-something-year-old self with my children and their spouses gathered around the kitchen table, laughing while we reminisce.
Hannah Grace, do you remember the time Chloe and you made a ‘cake’ with dirt and eggs all over the kitchen floor?” Caleb would ask.
Yes, Mom made us scrub that whole floor on our hands and knees. We never made that mistake again!
Except they did make that mistake again two days later. Clearly, my punishment didn’t carry the desired effect.
My dad’s dad, however, taught my father a lesson with one simple action, and my dad has never forgotten it.
When my father was a child, fruit didn’t sit out on the counter or in a forgotten refrigerator bin waiting to spoil. Fruit was a luxury, and my father remembers fighting over who would get the last banana.
His mother didn’t walk to the local grocery store but instead to the street corner where the vendor set up his cart. One side displayed fresh vegetables, the other the fruit that was in season.
My dad remembers one summer afternoon when he was spending his time with a neighbor boy who Dad since describes as ‘no good.’ I guess, much like nowadays, adolescents get bored easily and find ways to get into trouble. This boy found trouble in the fruit stand. He told my father that when the vendor walked to the other side to help the customer pick out her vegetables, they would each grab a peach.
Dad wasn’t excited about the plan, but he didn’t protest. As the vendor walked around the other side, each boy snagged a piece of forbidden fruit–unbeknownst to them, right under the watchful eye of my grandfather.
I’ve never met my grandfather, but I’m told he was calm and even-tempered. I can almost feel the dread my father must have felt enter his stomach when he heard his own father utter those stern words.
Dad ran inside, peach in hand, and waited in his room.
A few minutes later, my grandfather entered with a bag of peaches and set them down by my father.
The next time you need something so badly that you have to steal, you tell me, and I’ll get it for you.
There was no screaming, no beating that followed, just those words. Sixty years later, those words cause my dad’s eyes to water as he remembers his father and this story.
That story always stuck with my father and shaped him in ways that a beating probably couldn’t. My dad describes how he could never steal after that moment, how that moment even affected the way he carried out business as an adult.
And that moment affected me, as well. I wish I had gotten the chance to meet my grandfather–all I know of him are the stories that my father shares–but they have helped me form a picture. In my mind’s eye, I see a wise man. I see a man who didn’t have the money to spend on a whole bag of peaches, but he knew that honesty and integrity are worth far more than all the riches in the world.
My grandfather didn’t know at the time the effect of his actions. He didn’t know that that one action would reach out to later generations as I try to raise my own children in a way pleasing to God.
I wish I could’ve met him, and I pray for his wisdom. While no parent wants their children to do wrong, we know they will. And on that day, I hope for my own bag of peaches to pass on to my children, to teach them and remind them as they carry the weight in their hands.
What is a punishment that you will never forget?
4 thoughts on “A Bag of Peaches”
That's an amazing lesson. Your grandfather sounds like a very wise man.
I myself don't really remember any punishments. I was THAT good as a child. Hahaha!
Me, too. That's why I have to tell my dad's story. 😉
For once you left me speechless because I can still remember that day as if it only happened. I wasn't a bad kid, in fact I was pretty good. It was a good lesson, never forgotten. AS a resultt I've always tried to instill the importance of honesty in our lives. You might fool people but you can't fool yourself. You have to look in the mirror every day and see yourself. Do you like what you see? And then there are the times you have to look in the eyes of the person you did the injustice to. Can you do it without having to turn your eyes away or does the gulilt show on your face. It was tought facing my Dad. I guess you didn't leave me speechless as you can see as I ramble on.
thanks Jen… I love yoiu,
I love you, too, and I LOVE this story. I think it's how we handle the everyday happenings in life that show who we really are. I'm sorry that you got in trouble, but obviously the lesson shaped you. I'm glad I have your memory to introduce me to my granddad, a dad who knew what he was doing.