This is kinda a re-post but I think it is sooo valuable:
Bend the Sapling
This
is an Ukrainian folktale that I feel completely explains how to be a GREAT
parent:
A
farmer and his wife had a son and, since he was their only child, they spoiled
and pampered him from the day he was born.
As the saying goes, they warmed him with their breath. What he wished for, he received, and what he
wanted to do, he did.
As he grew to a young man, the son began to spend more and
more time away from home, and not always with people of good repute. If there was dancing, he was there, and if
there was carousing, it could not start without him.
One evening, he left home and did not return. The worried mother and father asked
everywhere if anyone knew where he was, but nobody knew. Perhaps he was no longer among the living. Perhaps he had been killed.
Many years later, the father and the mother, having
suffered poor crops and other disasters, had to sell their last cow. The father led the cow to market in the
morning, sold her in the afternoon, and set out for home in the evening.
As he walked through the dark forest, the father was
suddenly confronted by a man standing in the path.
“Where are you going this evening?” asked the stranger.
“I am going home from the market,” answered the farmer.
“And what did you do at the market today?” asked the
stranger.
“I sold our last cow today,” said the farmer, and instantly
realized that he should not have said that.
“In that case, let me see the money,” said the stranger.
“It is all the money we have,” cried the poor farmer. “It was our last cow, and we have nothing
else to live on.”
“No matter,” said the robber. ”I do not have much time, and
you may not have long to live either, if you do not do as I say.”
Crying pitifully, the old man handed over the money.
“What village are you from?” the robber asked the old man.
“From Kurhanova,” wept the old man.
“Kurhanova? And what is your name?”
When he heard the name, the robber said, “That is my name
too. I am your son.”
The farmer began to beg his son to come to his senses. “Please come home with me, son. You can repent of your ways and yet lead a
righteous life.”
Instead of replying, the son pointed to a large oak tree
nearby. “Bend that oak tree to the
ground. I need something from its top.”
The father looked at the tree, but did not understand. “How can I bend such a tree?”
“If you do not do as I say, you will have more trouble than
you already have,” replied the robber.
The old man stood at the base of the huge tree and pushed
on it but, of course, was not able to budge it.
“Here
is a smaller tree,” said the son. “Bend
this one to the ground.”
Again the father pushed, but could not do anything with the
tree.
“Bend this sapling, then,” said the son.
This the father was able to do easily.
“This is a lesson for you, father. You desire to bend me now, when it is too
late. Why did you not teach me properly
when I was yet a sapling, when it was still possible to mold me?”
Again, the father began to beg for the return of his
money. “I am sorry, son. I made a mistake. I did not know how to raise an only
child. Please return the money.”
“Today you wish to have a son and your money, but when you
let your son wander where he wished as he was growing up, well, there went your
money. And now I must go. Good health to you, father.”
So saying, the son turned into the dark forest and was seen
no more.
As for the father, he realized his mistake and, if the
earth had opened at that moment, he would have gladly jumped in and disappeared
forever. But the earth did not open, and
he had to live with the knowledge of his mistake.
“Bend The Sapling”, was
copied from Durak and other Ukrainian folk tales retold in English by
Danny Evanishen.
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