Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Samuel: The Aftermath


It was Nana who rounded all the children up, and took them to the deck.  The whole flock of three-year olds plopped down and waited with serious eyes.  Soon they would be whisked away to be cleaned up and taken home for their naps.

The pitchers of Sangria had been drained dry, causing some of the mothers to stagger as they wiped down the cake mess.  Nana put on some coffee and started force-feeding the women with extra caffeine.

Samuel sat off to the side with his crew.  To look at them, no one would know that this was all their doing.  That all the destruction, the soiled and busted bouncing castle, and the run-away pony—all was accomplished with those four children.

Samuel felt an inner glow that always came after a successful venture, the sense that all was well with the world. Such a great day, the best birthday yet!  Everything, all of it!  Man.  I wish we could do it all over.

Then Nana took him by the hand and led him to his bedroom.  They sat down on his ‘big boy’ bed, and Nana looked Samuel straight in the eyes.  She held his eyes with her own until Samuel felt the glow shrivel, the pride shut down.

“Samuel.  Did you even think about what would happen to the pony?  To the young man who loves him?  Did you wonder about that boy Jason who had to go into the ‘castle’ to save all your little friends?  What if he had not done that?”

Samuel’s eyes grew big and he blinked big earnest tears., well…I didn’t know…  Nana’s words hit him harder than any hand could.

“Think about those two young men, what they have to do now.”  Nana stood up and took off Samuel’s shoes, getting ready for a nap. She led him to the toilet where he could pee.  After all, Samuel had not been in the castle.

Later, his bed was a silent sepulcher for Samuel: stone cold and devoid of any happy thought at all. What will I do now?  Now that I know about other people, and actually care?  What can I do?

To read about Samuel's third birthday, go to this link:
Uncle Marvin tells what he saw 

What do you think Samuel will do now?  How will he deal with this conflict of conscience and talent for destruction?  After all, the very essence of Samuel is at stake!


  1. Sure he will shrug it off and go back to blowing things up haha. But yeah once one starts thinking about others, things change.

  2. Okay, I've caught up on the party... this is an interesting one. I think little Samuel may have to earn some money somehow, to help pay for a new bouncy castle - possibly pony poop pick up for the next 10 years. ;)

    Teaching empathy is a biggie. Wonderful story. (P.S. Being late to the party... is this all purely fictitious?)

    1. Yes, this is all fiction, fortunately. Samuel is a character I created sometime ago. Over the summer while I am visiting my new grandson in Switzerland, I will re-post "The Chronicles of Samuel".

  3. He'll get over it.

    1. Boys do seem to have the ability to move on, don't they.

  4. Being a male, he will forget about it by the next morning. By 9 AM he will be out on another adventure.

    If my memory serves me right, I gave birth to that boy.

    1. Oh my. Really? And he grew up okay? Those are stories you need to write about!

  5. He will "think about" what was really so wrong that he did, and maybe feel a teeny bit remorseful, and he will apologize to Nana because moreso because she looks so sad, not because he really feels bad. It was all just a bunch of fun that landed him trouble. But sleep will overtake him mid-thought, and he will wake up in three hours and be ready to find more trouble that he doesn't even think of as trouble. AFter all, he's three and he's a boy, and today is a new day. It's always a new day after a 3-year-old's nap, right?

  6. Dear Susan, I feel for Samuel. He now knows that what he did hurt the pony. Later he'll learn that such actions are considered "naughty." Hopefully, he'll see it's the action, not he, himself, who is naughty because some people might use the destructive word "bad" with him. The result I think is that children then feel bad about their bad self. Such a horrible circle of self-doubt and shame.

    This growing up business is hard. And learning this lesson from you/Nana at four may be your real birthday gift to him.



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