On Tuesdays, baby Pords and I get special mummy/daughter bonding time at baby music class. It’s quite late in the afternoon and by the end she is usually starting to get quite tired.
Today, was no exception. She was so enthusiastic at the beginning of class. Laughing and “singing” and exploring all of the wonderful instruments. She was interacting with the other babies and having fun. She particularly loved the dance portion of proceedings – always a special favourite. Then she started getting a bit over it. We were both looking at the clock.
But then, just before the end of class, our music teacher pulled out some bubbles. Pords’ mood immediately changed. She was absolutely delighted as she watched them float around. She chased after them, tried to catch them, and just sat and watched.
She watched me blow more and more. She looked at me, then at the bubbles, then back at me. What is this delightful witchcraft?
Bubbles are magic like that. I hope that as she grows and her days become less filled with bubbles, she is able to recall that feeling of contentment that just sitting and staring at bubbles now brings her.
Colour winks in sunlight
Transfixing little eyes.
Everything seems magical
When bubbles fill the skies.
Perfect rainbow spheres,
Bouncing here and there.
Glinting dappled colours,
Dancing through the air.
Time escapes with bubbles,
Floats off far away.
Troubles seem to disappear
When bubbles are at play.
Then as from a dream,
Suddenly you’re woken
With tiny, soundless pops,
The bubbles’ spell is broken.
But though it’s disappointing
When the bubble fun is through,
You can try and find the rainbow
That lives on inside you.
For you see, bubbles are fragile
They can only stay awhile.
But if you take joy in their beauty
They’ll sparkle through your smile.