The Little Lamp – part 2
by the Story Making Mother
an OrsiniFamily.net
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A tiny, bright little lamp stood on a
shelf in a baby’s room. She was high up on a shelf and made the baby
smile. Later, the baby began walking, and the lamp watched the child come into
the room and leave. For years, the baby kept the lamp busy.
The lamp watched the baby grow into a
big kid, and then the big girl grew into a teenager. The teen played loud music
in the room and used perfume and hair spray. The smell was strong and the lamp
did not like it, but still the tiny little lamp was happy to be busy.
Later, the teenager was gone all the
time. She always said, "I have to go to practice." The lamp did not
like practice, because it meant that she would be all alone with nobody in the
room for a long, long time.
The lamp sat by herself
and got bored. Then, she got angry. "Nobody needs me,” she said.
“I bet they wouldn't even notice if I stopped working!" That night,
the lamp decided to stop shining.
When the teenager got back from
practice, the lamp didn't work. She went to sleep in the dark and the lamp was
glad. “That’s what she gets for ignoring me!”
Next morning, the teenager and her mom
began to talk about the lamp. "It didn't work last night, Mom. It's no big
deal. I'll bring in the floor lamp from the den. Just put the little lamp into
a box while I’m away at college." Mom smiled and kissed the
teenager. Their talk was finished.
When the girl was gone, Mom walked all
over the room, touching everything. Finally, she picked up the tiny little lamp
and rubbed its bright shade gently. "You haven't been dusted in a while.
I'll take care of that before I put you away."
Mom dusted the lamp and wrapped her in
newspaper. Then, she boxed up the little lamp. It was dark in there and the
lamp felt sad.
The lamp was sorry now for
complaining. She knew that Mom loved her, even if the teenager had forgotten
her, but it was too late. She had stopped shining, and so she had lost her
value. Now, she would stay locked up in darkness -- maybe forever. In the dark,
lonely box, she began to cry.
"Little one," God said to
the lamp. "Why are you crying?" She sobbed and then said, "I'm
not going to be used. You know that by being bright lights in the darkness, I
was serving humans. That is a lamp's biggest joy. I forgot, though, and I
complained. Now, I'm locked up in darkness." God chuckled softly.
"Oh, my poor little one, don't be
sad. You see, this rest will do you good. It will remind you of your purpose
and help you to endure much hardship later. For now, just rest. You will need
your strength for what's ahead." The lamp stopped crying and began to
smile. "Okay, God. I'll wait. Just knowing I'll be used again someday
makes me feel braver." Then, she fell asleep.
One day, the lamp woke up from a long,
long rest. The box was being opened! Finally, it was time! People needed her.
"Remember this lamp?" a
voice asked. It was Mom. She sounded quieter, and tired. "Oh, look at it.
It's still pretty! One day, it stopped working. Can we fix it?" Mom's
voice spoke again and answered, "Well, let’s plug it in and see."
They put the lamp on a counter and
plugged it into the wall. Happily, the tiny little lamp shined her brightest.
They both smiled at her and said, "Yes, that will do just fine." They
put her in a laundry basket, right on top of other things from other boxes, and
then they carried the basket into a car.
When the car drove away, the lamp was
a bit sad. Mom wasn't going with them. But then, she knew the other person, too.
It was the teenager -- big and grown
up. She was a woman now.
When they got to a new house, the
woman carried the lamp into a room where there were three baby cribs. She was
happy when the woman put her on a shelf in that pretty room. Now, life was going
to be busy again, and she could be a helper. Hurray!
Two days later, three babies arrived,
one for each crib. The parents loved the babies and they spent a lot of time in
the room feeding the babies and cuddling them. The lamp was there every day.
Later, the babies learned to walk.
When they bumped into tables, some other lamps in the house were put in a box
to keep them from breaking, but the tiny little lamp stayed on a shelf high
above the babies, keeping watch over them. She lit the room as they lived, laughed,
and grew.
THE END
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