Bubbles have a way of making people smile.
I learned that when my sons were small.
Three fighting, crabby boys when placed in a bathtub of bubbles always came out not just clean, but also full of giggles.
Which reminds me of one of our favorite poems by Shel Silverstein:
There’s too many kids in this tub
There’s too many elbows to scrub
I just washed a behind that I’m sure wasn’t mine
There’s too many kids in this tub.
Even though I’m not a big fan of baths myself, every ten years or so I have to admit to lying afloat in a sea of bubbles,
letting the happy take over.
There’s something magical about being four years old.
You find wonder in so many places.
My grandson recently commented to his dad, when he was flushing the toilet, about the bubbles that were created as the water was swirled away. He called them life joys.
This weekend he was totally lost in the joy of movement when we passed a fountain. There was another gentleman there breakdancing and the two of them engaged in a sort of exuberant ballet. There was so much joy in those few moments.
From now on, when I see bubbles I’ll be reminded of life’s joys. And, I will be reminded to look for them in unexpected places!