The training of children is a profession,
where we must know how to lose time in order to gain it.
Jean Jacques Rousseau
Glenda the good witch of the North floated into Oz inside a beautiful gigantic bubble, I was instantly hooked. From that time on I have always loved the way the sight of a bubble has transported me back to that time of innocence and freedom. There is this huge bubble of happiness lying below the surface of my heart waiting to escape into laughter and sweet memories, one sight of a bubble floating in the sky is all it takes to release this feeling.
The Lawrence Welk Show had a bubble machine that pumped out bubbles and made this little girl continue to smile as she sat between her Grandma and her Great Grandma on an old couch in a living room in the city, watching the bubbles, the dancing and listening to music I grew to love. This is a sweet bubble memory that sticks with me to this day.
A backyard full of kids from the neighbourhood mixed with our huge family, everyone with homemade loops made from all different kinds of things like wire or plastic loops or even string. Dish soap in a cup mixed with water was all you needed. The yard would be full of bubbles where every kid and one smiling Mother who never grew up ran, laughed and played amongst them, trying to catch and pop. Sweet memories that continue to take me away from this sometimes overwhelming life of chaos, constant activity and obligations; which would be the life of an adult we all eventually reach.
Last week I relived this bubbling activity of joy with that same Mother who never grew up.
Pearly, who I must mention never, grew up either, loves bubbles too and I do believe it is because of our lingering memories from that backyard long ago. I think it is genetic, you know the never growing up thing, because when I look at anyone in my family it seems to be a big part of who we all are, some have called it “The Peter Pan syndrome” something I am so happy to have inherited.
Now-a-days you can buy huge containers of every shape, size and kind of bubble makers at the dollar store. This will have your world surrounded in bubbles evoking laughter and memories in no time at all. I watched my Mom, Pearly, and the visiting soon to be wed bride and groom blow those bubbles and fill the air making my Mom and every one of us laugh and smile. The words wedding bubbles were mentioned and I saw my Mom smile at that thought. Old memories flooded back mixed with new ones that will give great comfort when immersed in those days of chaos and responsibility that lie ahead in this adult world we live.
I close my eyes as a bubble bounces off my face, a sweet familiar laugh floats through the sky full of bubbles coming from a Mother who stands beside me and who has always refused to grow up. Wise words I would like to share with all of you from my Mom, “You are never too old”, sounds about right.
When was the last time you left this adult world and took out a bottle of soapy water surrounding your world in bubbles and sharing this simple pleasure with the ones you love? What are you waiting for?