Storytelling: The Globes

Every story tells another story.  I wonder what this one means for you?

In a tiny white house in the forest, lived a mother and her three sons. One day, the oldest child asked, “What will I be when I grow up?” 

His mother opened a black velvet bag. Out rolled a globe. It dazzled the boy, glittering blue and silver. He gasped.“It’s the sea,” he cried. He saw the ocean stretching out before him, meeting a distant horizon. He heard gulls cry and smelled the salty spray.

His mother put his globe away.“When you are grown,” she said, “you may look in it again.”

When her second son was five, he asked,“What will I be when I grow up?”

His mother opened a black, velvet bag. Out rolled a globe, pulsing with a deep light.“It’s purple,” whispered her son, “like the sky at night. Why, I can see the stars.” He shivered with delight in the cold night air.

His mother put his globe away. When you are grown,” she said, “you may look in it again.”

Her third son reached his fifth birthday.“What will I be when I grow up?” he asked.

His mother opened a black, velvet bag. Out rolled a globe. “It’s green, like the grass,” he cried, “and golden yellow like the fields at harvest.” He thought he heard the wind, rustling the ears of corn. He felt the warmth of the sun on his face.

His mother put his globe away. “When you are grown,” she said, “you may look in it again.”

Many years later the three sons sat around their mother’s table on her birthday.

“Do you remember,” asked the eldest son, proud in his Navy uniform, “the globe you let me see when I was five? It showed me I should be a sailor. How did you know you should choose a blue globe?”

“Do you remember,” asked the second son, the famous astronomer, “you let me see the stars in the sky in my globe. It showed me I should explore the universe. How did you know you should choose a purple and silver globe?”

“Do you remember,” asked the third son, smiling at his muddy boots by the door, “you let me see the green of the grass and the golden harvest in my globe. It showed me I should be a farmer. How did you know you should choose a green and yellow globe?”

“We’re grown now,” they said. “We have wives and children of our own. May we see our globes again?” Their mother showed them one black, velvet bag.

“Only one?” They were puzzled. “Which globe is it?” Out rolled one pure, crystal globe. For a moment it lay, flat and dull, until the light caught it. Then, all the colours of the rainbow spilled across the table.

“I could not choose for you,” their mother said. “How could I know which paths you would take? But when each of you looked in the globe, it showed you what you had already chosen.”