An Architect's tale for Mom...
It was the best idea I had EVER had, literally in my whole life. It hit me like the proverbial light-bulb turning on in my brain. I would build a house out of Legos, like usual, but this one would be better. This one would have lights! My architect's brain had it all planned out and all that was left was to build my vision.
By this time in my life I was an experienced Lego builder with an impressive attention span... for a four year old. At some point every young architect realizes the importance of light in defining space. Light and shadow, positive space, negative space. Most architects discover this in their mid 20s. At four, I was ahead of my time, a legend in my own mind!
The technique I so cleverly invented involved removing the shade from my Raggedy-Andy lamp, and turning it on its' side. I carefully built my house around the bulb. Already viscerally aware of building codes, I left egress compliant holes for a door and window. The window would show off the lighting to great effect. And it was shaping up to look something like this...
I flicked the light on as I put the finishing touches on the roof. A few minutes later, when it was perfect, I ran to fetch my parents. Dragging them by the hand, we rounded the corner into my room. Much to my delight, smoke was coming out of my house! This was a surprise since I hadn't thought to build a chimney.
Mom and Dad lunged for Raggedy-Andy. As the lamp was lifted, hot and sticky goo stretched like taffy from the bulb to the floor. The bulb had left a black egg-shaped crater of melted nylon smack-dab in the middle of my room. You might think that was the most obvious damage, but you'd be wrong. The smell was definitely more noticeable from just about anywhere in the house.
The fact that I'm still alive proves irrefutably that by the time I was four my mom had already passed the 'unconditional love' test. I played with Lego's for many years after that. But it took a while before I had another bedside lamp. What a great mom. I can't imagine being an architect today if I didn't have the most loving, patient, and supportive mom in the world. She has always been a light to me.
Love you Mom!
Brian Van Winkle, Architect
P.S. Thanks for being such a wonderful Grandmother too!
Happy Mother's Day everyone!