Hire
Writers
Editors
Home Tour About Read What's New Help Forums Join
My Account Login
Shop
Save
Support
E
Book
Store
Learn
About
Jesus
  



The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!
The Official Writing Challenge

BACK TO
CHALLENGE
MAIN

INSTRUCTIONS

how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level

ENTRIES

submit your entry
read current entries
read past entries
challenge winners



Our Daily Devotional HERE
Place it on your site or
receive it daily by email.





TRUST JESUS TODAY

TRY THE TEST



how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry
Topic: light (05/24/04)

TITLE: "You Light Up My Life:" With A Twist
By Naomi Deutekom
05/24/04

 LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
 SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
 SEND ARTICLE TO A FRIEND

Word Count: 740

I hate washing dishes. When I do, I am usually lost I some personal philosophical debate. So, when the phone rang, I jumped, dropping the dish back into the sink. I grabbed the phone, dripping soap suds all over the floor.

“Hello,” I said.

"Oh, hi Amy,” I greeted my neighbour.

“What!” I turned to look out my kitchen window. I dropped the phone back in its place without saying goodbye. There was a roaring campfire in my back yard. My six year old son was gleefully feeding wood into its flames. I ran out the back door. Our budding pyro-technician was at it again.

“David!” I hollered. “What do you think you are doing?”

“I did it Mom,” he said. “I made a fire by rubbing two sticks together.”

I groaned, remembering his explanation earlier in the day about this very project. It was one of those times when you answer, “Oh, that’s nice honey. Have fun,” and then go back to what you were doing.

“David,” I asked. “Where did you get the matches?” I didn’t believe for one minute that he got this fire going by rubbing two sticks together.

“It was taking too long, Mom, but I didn’t use matches.”

“I’ll get the hose.” I said.

“But Mom!” he wailed. I wish I could count the times I’d heard that response. I turned on the hose and doused the fire. “You Light Up My Life” took on a whole new meaning with this kid.

“I still don’t see how you did this without matches, David.” I said.

“I didn’t use matches Mom, just two sticks,” he said. “Really.”

I gave him my evil eye and raised my eyebrows, hoping to look menacing enough to inspire the truth.

“It was really neat, Mom.”

“I’m listening.”

“Well, first, I cut a hole in a piece of duct tape and taped a piece of paper onto the board with it. Then I sprayed the paper with WD40 (where he got that is anyone’s guess). Then I rubbed the sticks together and got -FIRE!” He was so proud of himself. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry –I never did.

In the end I did neither. I took a deep breath and repeated my lecture on the dangers of playing with fire. I don’t think he heard me, but I had an obligation as a mom to deliver the message anyway. I’m sure his little mind was already developing his next devious little escapade. It never ended.

Through the years, I found plastic pop bottles mutilated by heat from the magnifying glass and boards out behind the back poach with his name burned into them. There is a mark on my linoleum where he dropped a burning Kleenex. He confessed years later about the plastic garbage bag he filled with propane and dropped a match on, just to see what would happen. He said it was the coolest thing he ever did.

When he was sixteen, he came to my room early one Saturday morning and woke me up.

“I don’t want to tell you this Mom, but…” he began. I peeked cautiously out from under the covers, my one morning to sleep in disturbed again. I thought about trying the evil eye on him, but it had never worked anyway.

“What is it David?” I asked.

“Well, I was trying to see what would happen if I poured gas out of a bottle and lit the stream of gas on fire.” I groaned and pulled the covers back over my head.

“Mom,” he continued. “I burned my hand.” I came out of hiding.

“Let me see.” I said. He held up a hand covered with regular sized band aids.

“I wasn’t sure how I should treat it, otherwise I wouldn’t have told you,” he said.

“What a surprise,” I replied.

I removed some of the band aids and looked at the affected area. Fortunately it wasn’t serious, but I gave him the fire lecture again any way.

David is now grown and making a life for himself. He still occasionally confesses some fire episode that he never told us about. At this point, I understand my mother’s desire not to know. We made it through with our house still standing, so I know God is good. I often wonder, though, if he will ever have a child who will “light up” his life as he has mine.


Member Comments
Member Date
Mary Elder-Criss05/31/04
Good grief, and here I thought I had the only son who did stuff like this..I have always referred to him as a "Fire bug" as he is fascinated with it. Just like you, we fortunately still have a house standing..I loved the "evil eye" line.
Phyllis Inniss 05/31/04
God is really with you. Many children never live to tell what happened when they have this fire bug. You must thank God many times over.
Corinne Smelker 05/31/04
Laugh out loud funny! I have a daughter somewhat like your son. I am always waiting with bated breath to see what she'll do next!

Another vote-getter.
L.M. Lee05/31/04
your David has an awfully close resemblance to my middle son named David!
Kevin Kindrick05/31/04
Well, I'm still laughing. One of your previous commentator said he has a daughter like your son, well, I am a son like yours. I never thought of the propane in a garbage bag.
I must say, life experiences make the best, and often funniest examples.
God bless.
PS, this is getting my first vote.
Annette Agnello05/31/04
I confess when I was a kid I got a candle lit; when I heard mom coming I tried to hide it under her bed. BAD IDEA but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Just remember, David did grow up in spite of himself.
Patricia Sheets05/31/04
Thank God I had a daughter. But wait . . . I now have a grandson. Yikes! Nice work and very funny.
Gary Sims05/31/04
Naomi - funny story and you did a good job sharing your frustrations. You also did a good job with conversations...something that many writers struggle with.
Marcell Billinghurst05/31/04
A well written and humorous story, Praise God for his protection of your son and your home.
Deborah Porter 05/31/04
That was when he was six-years-old Naomi? OH my!!!! Do you have lots of gray hairs?

;-)

David didn't happen to join the fire brigade did he? Sounds like that would have been the perfect vocation for him.

Really enjoyed reading this Naomi. Well written and very entertaining. With love, Deb
Antje Hill06/01/04
Wonderful story, Naomi. You have talent, for sure, in putting words on paper.
Dian Moore06/02/04
Great title and story. I'm sure you could continue with this premise and write an entire book about your child's adventures. Very well done.
B Price06/03/04
like the title and how you used this word.
Sons are great, but some of them loved fires.
I had one that enjoyed fires too. I gave many lectures like you have.
But he grew up to be a wonderful son, and feel yours has too.
Enjoyed the story, thank GOD for ours sons and making it thought with no house fires.
But the frustrations were there.
Thanks for sharing your experiences with your son.
Lynne Gaunt06/04/04
You've given us an engaging and well told story. Enjoyed it! Glad your son - and your house - are still in one piece!
Mary C Legg06/07/04
very good narrative and dialogue. many good stories-- where do you folks get so many? did the firebug turn into a fireman? we need folks like that