For those who do not about part 1 and 2, here are the links:
Samuel, part 1 and Samuel, part 2
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Nana smiled as she looked in the rear view mirror. A multi-colored Samuel was asleep in his car seat.
When complete silence had been all that was heard, Dr. Anna and Nana had nodded and the observers approached the room where three-and-a-half year old Samuel had been so busy, laughing, giggling, and creating.
Nana opened the door slowly, entering a transformed room. In the middle of the room beneath the table, Samuel had curled up to sleep, holding pristine shoes in his arms.
But, the room, oh the room.
The floor was a swirl of color that curled around the room, around and around.
How did he…must have used his feet to scoot…No, it’s smoother than…What the… He used the cardboard…Slip n’ Slide! My son loves that…
In the corner were the discarded and used up materials. Gallons of white glue had been liberally streamed around the floor, followed by squirt bottles of expensive acrylic paint.
Torn box lids lay around the room, showing that Samuel had surfed, scooted, slid, twirled around the room many times. A trail of all colors remained behind him as he laughed gleefully.
Then Dr. Anna pointed to the walls where colors poured down the wall with little boy hand prints creating waves upon waves. Oh, the hues in those waves.
Nana tiptoed around the paint to the wall beneath the observation mirror. Discarded markers lay in pyramid heaps. Her heart caught in her throat and tears glistened in her eyes.
With his small agile hands, Samuel had created his world. Samuel had left stick-figures long ago, able to move markers as his mind pictured images.
There, his house. And Ginger, the-fat-tabby-cat.
Here, Mama and Da holding his hands, with smiles on all faces.
His room and Nana’s room.
Nana lifting Samuel high and pointing to the stars.
There, the backyard with trees. And a bouncing castle. Here, Samuel jumping with his friends, all of them.
There, a rocket ship? Heading to the moon? With Samuel in it.
Everything important in his world was there.
While others analyzed the possibilities of Samuel’s work, Nana had quietly carried a sleeping Samuel to the car. Dr. Anna carried the clean shoes. “Why didn’t he use his shoes to create?”
“Because Mama had told him to keep his new shoes clean.” REALLY? And he obeyed…? “I think he just really likes those shoes…”
A sleepy voice from the car seat asked, “Nana, did I do good?”
“Oh, yes, Samuel! You did very well.” But Samuel had fallen back asleep. Tired little boy.