The Funny Little Lamp 2 -- by the Story Making Mother

The baby grew up, and the lamp was always there. For years, the tiny little lamp had seen the child come into the room and out of the room. For years, her switch had been turned, and the lamp had been useful. She had loved to watch the baby grow into a big kid with toys and sneakers. Then, the child had grown into a teenager.

For a while, the music was loud and there was always something being sprayed in the room, either perfume or hair products. That was annoying, but still the tiny little lamp was happy to be used. Later, however, the teenager stopped spending time in the room. All the lamp heard was, "I have to go practice." Practice wasn't good, the lamp learned, because it meant that she would be all alone with nobody in the room for a long, long time.

The lamp became angry. "I'm useless here! Nobody needs me, and I bet they wouldn't even notice if I stopped working! I'm not important anymore!" That night, the lamp decided to stop shining, and later, when the teenager got back from practice, the lamp didn't work.

Next morning, the teenager and Mom had a conversation. Finally, after talking all about "practice," (whatever that was) they began to talk about the lamp. "It didn't work last night, Mom. But since I'm leaving for college tomorrow, it's no big deal. I'll bring in the floor lamp from the den. You can just put the little lamp into the box where you plan to store my stuff." Mom smiled and kissed the teenager. Apparently, their talk was finished.

A surprising thing happened, however, as soon as the mom was alone in the room. Her eyes got all wet as she walked all over the room, touching everything. Finally, she picked up the tiny little lamp and rubbed its bright surface gently. "You haven't been dusted in a while. I'll take care of that before I put you away. I'll do it when my baby goes tomorrow." Then, with a sound of hiccuping, she put the lamp down and walked out of the room.

The next day, the tiny little lamp was put away. It was boxed up and the elegant lamps were once again set out on tables all over the house. The lamp was sad, and sorry now for complaining. She knew that Mom loved her, even if the teenager had forgotten, but it was too late. She had stopped shining, and so she had lost her value. Now, she would be 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 to serve humans by being bright lights in the darkness is a lamp's happiest thing. I forgot that 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."

One day, while the lamp was waking up from a long, long rest that lasted many years, the box was pulled off the garage shelf and into the house. When light began to enter the box, the lamp smiled. It was time! People needed her.

"Oh, remember this lamp?" a voice said. It was Mom. The lamp remembered her. She sounded quieter, and nicer. "Oh, look at it. It's like new! Do you think it might light up? I mean, on that last weekend, it stopped working, but maybe it was the bulb." Mom's voice spoke again and answered, "Yes, I think it just might be fixable."

They began lifting items out of the box. Then, 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 the box, 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 recognized the other person. It was her very own teenager! Only, big and grown up. The teenager was looking like a parent, too.

When they got to another house, the lamp was taken into a room with three baby cribs inside it. Three? That surprised the lamp, but she was happy when she was put on a shelf and allowed to shine bright in that pretty room. She would find out soon enough why the room had three cribs. All she needed to know now is that her life was busy again, and she would be useful to humans!

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, changing diapers, feeding the babies, and cuddling them. The lamp watched them every day, and when the babies were older, all the other lamps in the house were put in a box, but the tiny little lamp stayed there, on the shelf, high above the babies, keeping watch over them as they lived, grew, and became amazing, wonderful people.

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