When you are a child, blowing bubbles, popping bubbles and watching them float in the air, brings such awe and joy. Each bubble is unique and effervescent and captures the light in such a way, that you can see a rainbow prism in each bubble you blow.
When I think of bubbles now, sometimes I wish I could capture my children in a beautiful effervescent bubble and keep them safe there, in a land of rainbows, awe and joy. But my children, like each bubble we blow have their own journeys in the wind, their own beauty, their own uniqueness.
What makes me think of this analogy, is the fact that all of my children are now adults, and my husband and I are getting closer and closer to a complete Empty Nest. When our youngest graduates next Spring, she too will join the other "bubbles" to float in the air, capture the light and follow where the wind blows her.
I wish that I could continue to keep them close and inside a protective bubble, but I realize that the minute you take that wand, dip it into the soapy liquid and blow those bubbles, you are setting them free to share their own beauty with the world.
