* Ada - the early years (Part Three)
Noah laughed. Ada was sitting under a tree not 10 feet away playing with a small yellow ball. From where he was, it looked like she was tossing it up into the air and letting it fall back into the grass. This activity seemed to fascinate her as each time the ball rose and fell, she giggled. The child was almost three now. She was a wonder to him, not only because she was a delightful child, but because she so resembled Zoe; the same delicate almost translucent skin, the light gold hair, and those piercing blue-grey eyes. Then of course, there was the birthmark. Zoe had that same thin swirl of lines on inside of her left ankle. It sometimes made him wonder.
Sometimes he did question some of the things that Zoe encouraged, such as allowing Ada to have an 'imaginary' friend, teaching her meditation and yoga at such a young age, and never ever telling her that anything was 'just her imagination'. If Ada cried as a baby, Zoe was there, soothing and comforting her by her closeness and touch. If she was upset as a toddler, Zoe whispered words that seemed to put her at ease. And to be honest, the child seemed remarkably well adjusted and happy. All seemed well.
Zoe was ready when the confrontation came. She had long been expecting it. Sooner or later he would have to notice some of Ada's 'abilities'. She herself was taken back when things first began to happen. In the beginning, when Ada was still an infant, she had explained it by telling herself that Ada was an 'old soul', one that had been around for a long time. This was why when she looked into those piercing blue-grey eyes she felt that Ada knew way more than she herself ever would.
Then, as a baby, when Ada smiled and cooed at something close to her when nothing was there, Zoe realized that the watcher was more real to her daughter than he had ever been to her. Ada interacted with him. But she didn't think that Ada saw him, just felt his presence. This was when Zoe began calling him her 'imaginary' friend. And Zoe's own open receptiveness to the whispers after the arrival of the baby, had made acceptance of Ada's 'abilities' easier. She had been told that she and Ada were different. Just how different, they were all yet to see.
Zoe told him what she knew of her own past. She was herself an orphan adopted by a good, but strait-laced family who gave her love and a good home. Her adopted parents, however, considered all aberrance from normal behavior totally unacceptable. Anything and everything that didn't fall into the category of the norm was frowned upon; especially the whisperings that Zoe heard all her life.
She had always felt like she was being watched or followed, and without the security of her parent's trust, this had been frightening to her. She was told by them that it was her own fault for being so receptive to an overactive imagination... and she had often thought herself paranoid. This was truly what she believed - until Ada. With the arrival of Ada, the baby whom the whisperings kept saying was hers, she realized that whatever the source, it was there to help, not hurt. She realized that her own hesitancy to accept this had kept the bearers of the whispers at bay.
She also knew that Ada sensed things. Perhaps she had access to a knowledge otherwise withheld or unknown to most people - and whether this was due to her own unique self or to the intervention of an outside source - Zoe didn't know. She did know that her own whisperings came seldom now. It was as if her purpose had been fulfilled and the project continued on with Ada as the principal star. But this was OK, because sharing her life with Noah and Ada was exactly what she wanted to do. Each day was a blessing and a surprise.
Each new year brought new surprises. Occasionally Ada would do something remarkable, but not so odd that it couldn't be explained. Once when Ada was happily dancing and twilling in the back yard, Zoe saw her feet leave the ground and she hovered in midair. As Zoe watched, Ada laughed merrily and acted as if it was the most normal fun thing in the world. Zoe thought perhaps the watcher had lifted her...?
Thus, it seemed that people didn't stay mad at her for long as she had a way about her that deflected or dissolved any anger directed towards her. Zoe considered this one of her daughter’s gifts... one that would perhaps prove useful as she grew older and interacted more with the strange amalgamation of people in the world.
(To be continued tomorrow…)