Shattered

We broke mom’s lamp and we covered it up, and the tension it created in us was real, we had to keep that act of recklessness hidden and we also had to conceal the deception, and that is no easy task for 3 young boys.

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“The wicked run when no one is chasing them, but an honest person is as brave as a lion.” Proverbs 28:1GNB

 I am the youngest of three boys, we were basically latchkey kids. Both our parents worked so we were home alone for way too long to always do what is right. 

 

On one occasion (of the many where we played tackle football or whiffle ball in the house) we managed to shatter a Capodimonte Porcelain Victorian lamp. I thought it was hideous and way too difficult to dust every week, but my mom loved that gaudy thing. 

The playing quickly stopped as did the finger pointing, and arguing. After all three of us recovered from what I’m sure were small heart attacks. Chico, David and I sprang into action. We have got to fix this thing before our parents get home or there would have definitely been hell to pay. (Pardon my expression but I’m not even remotely exaggerating) there would be a leather strap with three boys’ names on it if they saw what we did. 

We found a tube of Krazy Glue (thank goodness for Krazy Glue, and God Bless the dude that invented it!) and we scoured the carpet, windowsill and baseboards for even the tiniest shards of mothers’ precious porcelain lamp.

 You may be wondering “What the heck does that have to do with the Scripture verse?”

Well you see, for the next 8 years, Mom didn’t move that lamp, or the table that it sat on, she didn’t dust the furniture in the room where that lamp and table were located in, and if she needed to sit in that room, we made sure we turned on the lamp and turned it off when she left the room. We were prisoners to that doggone lamp. We had an uneasy feeling that we were going to get caught; we were always looking over our shoulders. I think I developed high blood pressure because of that lamp.

We broke mom’s lamp and we covered it up, and the tension it created in us was real, we had to keep that act of recklessness hidden and we also had to conceal the deception, and that is no easy task for 3 young boys. 

What in your past has got you trapped?

What lie have you had to retell over and over?

What act of carelessness has made you a prisoner?

We were just kids being kids; would honesty really be the best policy? I always stressed to my two children to always tell me the truth, because if I ever caught them in a lie, the consequences would always be worse. Looking back I wonder, would the whoopin’ have been terrible to receive? YES! But it would have been over, and the anxiety that resulted from the cover-up would have not ever been an issue.

Mom finally found out 8 yrs later, by that time Chico and David were married with children of their own and I had graduated High School. We had a good chuckle over the story and how we were able to keep the knowledge of the shattered lamp a secret. I don’t even know what happened to those gaudy things, but 40 yrs later I still remember the stress I’ve endured because of them.

 

That thing that you are stressed-out over………….Just be honest! -John

Author: soulkandysite

Husband, father, grandPops and friend.

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