I have a Tiffany Lamp that was given to me by a dear friend who has since passed away. It’s been in the closet for a long time because I was worried one of my children would break it and I would have to call DHR for preventative measures. It’s beautiful, the shade is made of glass in shades of pink, green and white. Once Sadie was born I just had to get it out. It made me happy to think about my friend when I saw it. And I knew it would make my friend happy to know her lamp was beside my baby’s bed.
(Don’t get nervous, it’s not broken-Blair.) I had childproofed the door to Baby Sadie’s room, after catching Emma in the bed with her tiny infant sister. So I felt safe having the lamp in the nursery. The big girls rarely go in there, now that the door is childproofed.
This afternoon, while cleaning the house, I caught Aubrey(4) standing on a chair (a rocking chair, at that) to turn on my lamp. I explained to her the importance of the lamp and told her, “One of my very good friends gave that to me and it makes me really happy to look at it. My friend is in heaven now, and if you break it Mommy would cry and cry.”
Aubrey said, “Is there a store in Keben?” (She calls it Keben, I have no explanation for this…)
I said, “No, Aubrey-er, I mean I don’t know. There might be but I can’t get another one.”
Aubrey asked, “What would make you stop crying Momma? If I go to Keben and get you anudder one?”
I sighed, the way mother’s do and said, “Just don’t touch the lamp. OK, Aubrey?”
