Sunday, January 1, 2012

See You Next Year, Samantha!

It was the afternoon of December 31. Samantha Snow was really excited. She was going to be sleeping at Grandma's house. Mommy was packing her suitcase while Samantha eagerly threw toys into a bag beside her. "Are you sure you really need all those toys?" Mommy asked her as Samantha kept piling in toys.

Samantha nodded. "Yes, Mommy." she replied. "They get lonely without me. I'm their mommy."

Mommy smiled and hugged her. "I'll miss you when your gone, but you have enough toys for a year."

Samantha smiled back and kissed her. "I'll miss you too."

Soon, Grandma arrived to pick her up. Samantha gathered her things. Mommy scooped her up in her arms and kissed her. "I love you baby." she said "Have a good time."

"I love you too, mommy." Samantha replied. She picked up her toy bag and headed out the door after Grandma.

"See you next year, Samantha." called Mommy cheerfully. Samantha stopped in her tracks and turned quickly to see Mommy smiling and waving from the doorway. Samantha froze. Maybe, she shouldn't have packed so many toys. She didn't really want to be away for a year.

"Come on, sweetie." Grandma urged her ushering her down the path and into the car. Samantha looked back at her house as they drove down the street. She missed it, and she missed Mommy already. "My goodness, Samantha." Grandma said. "You're unusually quiet today." Samantha was usually quite a chatterbox.

They arrived at Grandma's house and went in. Grandma made lunch while Samantha sat on the couch barely watching the TV and clutching her favorite stuffed bear, Brownie. At lunch time, she just picked at her lunch even though it was macaroni and cheese her very favorite food in the whole world. After lunch, she lay down on the couch frowning and staring out the window.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" asked Grandma with great concern. She touched Samantha's forehead with the back of her hand and kissed it. It wasn't warm. Samantha wasn't running a fever. Grandma couldn't imagine what was wrong. "Does something hurt you?" she asked. Samantha shook her head no. They sat in silence for a while.

"Grandma? " said Samantha finally.  "How long is a year?"

"365 days."

"365 days!" exclaimed Samantha jumping out of her seat. She started to cry. "I want my Mommy!" she cried.

"Don't worry, sweetie." Grandma comforted her patting her gently on the back. "You'll see her tomorrow."

Samantha stared at Grandma as if she'd suddenly grown two heads or something. "But Grandma, " she sobbed. "You said there were 365 days in a year!"

Now, it was Grandma's turn to be puzzled. "There are." she replied.

"How can I see Mommy tomorrow if there's 365 days in a year? She said she would see me next year." Samantha burst into a fresh flood of tears.

Grandma smiled and brushed away Samantha's tears. "Oh sweetie." she explained. "Tonight is New Year's Eve. That means tomorrow is a new year. You'll see Mommy tomorrow, but it will be a new year. That's why she said she'll see you next year."

"Oh." replied Samantha feeling a little bit silly and a whole lot better. Her tears instantly stopped falling.

"So, " said Grandma, "Since your going to be here until tomorrow. Why don't we try to have some fun and have a New Year's celebration of our own."

"I'd like that." replied Samantha.