Lu Ban standing at the foot of Buffalo Mountain, surrounded by timber he cannot touch, is a strange image to draw for a family question. But that is the mirror this stick holds up. The trees are real. The skill is real. The affection in your household is real. What the verse keeps circling back to is the missing tool, the missing rule, the small piece of structure that would let all that raw material actually become something you live inside.
Read honestly, the stick is reflecting a household where good intentions outpace working agreements. Maybe it's whose turn it is to call the elders, or how money gets discussed at the dinner table, or the unspoken rule about which topics nobody raises after a certain hour. You already sense where the friction sits; you've probably named it to yourself in the kitchen more than once. The verse isn't scolding anyone for lacking love. It's pointing at the absence of a frame sturdy enough to hold the love you already have.
A Middle grade here is fair. Nothing is broken, nothing is blessed, and the next season of family life depends less on a grand gesture and more on whether you're willing to be the one who picks up the missing tool first.