The sound of her footsteps.
They echo in my mind and in my heart. For such a little girl, she walked so hard. I could hear her every footstep. I knew when she was coming and when she was leaving. I didn't even realize how much I missed it, until out of the blue, I heard it today.
I sat, and I listened. I couldn't believe my ears. Those
heavy footsteps going back and forth downstairs, very busy. I tried not to hear
it, because I knew it wasn't Lauren. Finally, I couldn't ignore it anymore.
I had to get up
and go see who was walking around like that. I went to London's room and asked
whose footsteps I heard. She
said..."it was me, Mama". It
was London that I heard walking around.
This shocked me because London has always been very stealthy. Quiet like
a cat. I never hear her coming. What is she doing walking so hard?
Could it be that now London walks with the purpose, and
confidence, of the eldest child? Has she
grown up, and become more sure of herself, and where she is going? Did Lauren
pass them down to her, like things passed down to a little sister from her big
sister? I'm not sure why London's
footsteps have changed, but I am surprised, and happy to hear it.
I never thought I would hear the sounds of those
footsteps again, and it did my heart good to hear them today. I was reminded
how used to giggle to myself, as I listened, and wondered what she was doing.
She sounded so busy, and so driven.
Today, I'm sitting with a gentle breeze blowing on my face, and my eyes closed. I'm listening to London bustle back and forth, and I'm giggling to myself, once again, thinking,...what is she doing?
The sound is music to my ears. I have a smile on my face as I wonder, what is she doing now, and where will her new footsteps take her next.
T.Rodney
10/28/10