The First Step

She stands tall. After taking those first few steps, away from her collection of toys to the sofa. Those steps change everything. She feels pride at walking away from her toys. No longer is she confined to the places where mommy would place her.


She is a new person.


No longer a baby, now a toddler. She squeals with excitement. She is delighted in her newfound freedom. No more scuffed knees from crawling across the hardwood floors and rough carpets. No more barriers to separate her from new adventures.


She experiments how far her new talent will take her. Each step is slow and calculated. Her bow-legged stance steadies her and allows her to gaze forward at all of her potential exploratory paths. She looks inquisitively down at her feet. What once was just a collection of pink flesh and small toes is now a tool to be utilized. The tool that will take her where she wants to go.


She takes more cautious steps. While pulling down and reaching out for everything in sight. What she once watched from afar is now crashing at the weight of her own hand. The telephone smashes into the floor. A few more steps and the bang is followed by the thud of a falling stack of books.


A few more steps and she reaches the refrigerator. Cold air greets her as she opens the door. She pulls a container of juice out of the fridge. Apple juice, her favorite, splatters across the floor.


The parents continue watching from the corner. Their watchful gaze is one of contentment and glee. They smile from ear to ear as they hear another bottle of juice begin to dribble across the floor.


Chaos is okay, our baby is finally walking.


She smiles as she takes another step. She loses her balance and topples down with a giggle. She is ecstatic; her reign of chaos has just begun.


It is her house now.

About Maison Moonchild

A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Halloween enthusiast. She has a special interest in communications and writes for pleasure and profession. She moonlights as a metaphysical maven with a knack for creating magical crystal jewelry and holiday accessories.
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