This story is not about a lightbulb, it’s about lightbulb moments. Now, usually when someone has a lightbulb moment, it’s a moment of absolute brilliance, in most cases at least. I say most, because it’s never the case for me. Nope. Quite the contrary actually. My lightbulb ideas are trash. They are my moments of absolute confidence, but extremely questionable brilliance. So much confidence that I actually yell “LIGHTBULB” while shooting my hand up with a pointed finger to make sure that anybody who doesn’t hear me screaming lightbulb surely sees my hand shoot up. I like to target all types of learners, from auditory to visual. I call it inclusive education. Posting this story on the internet – the place baba says things become immortal – is a great example of my questionable brilliance.
For the past four summers, I have had the privilege of organizing, and assisting with camps for newcomer youth. This summer there was the added challenge of navigating a global pandemic; it’s no big deal. Anyway, I was explaining a game to a coworker of mine, who I’ll call Selah. Selah means to pause, reflect, and return your gaze to God. I mention this because Selah does a great job of pausing, reflecting, and returning for the both of us whenever we’re together. Selah, unlike myself, has true lightbulb moments, and as a result, constantly recognizes the extremely questionable ideas I have.
On this day I had one of my best extremely questionable ideas; it was generated as an attempt to modify a game to meet COVID19 protocol. The game requires every player to tuck a bandanna into their waistband. However, one of the protocols discouraged the sharing of equipment; in other words, no two players could touch the same anything. This meant that a kid could not tuck their bandanna into their waistband, because another kid would have to snatch it, and that is two kids touching the same thing. So, after recognizing this obstacle to the game, Selah and I began brainstorming ideas to find a way around this kerfuffle:
Deema: “LIGHTBULB!”
Selah: “Great! Let’s hear it!”
Deema: “Instead of the kids tucking their bandanna into their waistband themselves, why don’t we put gloves on and TUCK IT IN FOR THEM???”
Selah: *Remains silent while staring right at me waiting for me to reflect on what I just said, praying under her breath that I am not the pervert I sounded like seconds earlier*
Deema: “You know what? Maybe that’s not a GREAT idea. Definitely not one of my best.”
Selah: “Really, why so? What’s so wrong with tucking things into kids pants for them?”
Deema: *sensing the sarcasm is Selah’s voice replies* “That’s enough.”
I’ve been feeling quite insecure about my lightbulb ideas ever since. They’ve been lacking brilliance, common sense, human decency, and have been morally and ethically questionable. So, I’m taking a break for now. Pretty lightbulb material if you ask me. So, if we’re ever together and I yell LIGHTBULB and shoot up a hand, proceed to ignore me, or be like Selah and listen, pause, reflect, and return both our gazes to what’s important.
I now end every lightbulb moment I share with someone by yelling “JUST KIDDING SIRI”. You can never be too careful as a woman of colour with the middle name Mohammed wearing a hijab.
LIGHTBULB! We can all learn to be a little more like Selah, and a little less like Deema.