Let me start out by saying that adults don't blow bubbles often enough. I know this sounds ridiculous, but I sincerely recommend that you go and get yourself some bubbles as soon as possible.
There is something magical about the whole idea behind a bubble. Bubbles are, at the same time, simple and wondrous, fragile and resilient. And I don't know about you, but bubbles make me happy. I find it exceptionally difficult to be in anything but a good mood when bubbles are floating through the air.
The comparison here may be predictable, but it works. The kids at work are like bubbles. All kids, for that matter, are simple yet wondrous. They might not be able to remember to put clothes on before opening the bathroom door to ask a question, but watching them learn something new is so captivating. And our kids, like none other, are both fragile and resilient. They fight with all they have each day against things that would have taken me down years ago and we can see that they are all too often a fraction of a second away from falling apart.
What an enchanting adventure it was when I got to blow bubbles with a child at work last night. This particular kiddo has the impulse control of a grasshopper, yet he can sit and gently blow into the bubble wand in search of the biggest bubble. And bubbles make him happy too. Pure joy.
Bubbles are fleeting. Like these moment of pure joy. But the image of the bubble is not. We have to recall the fleeting moments in our minds. There is something magical about the whole idea behind a bubble, behind a memory. They are, at the same time, simple and wondrous, fragile and resilient. As for this fleeting moment, it will help me to recall that no matter what the circumstances, we can all slow down enough to find the biggest bubble.
