Nostalgia feeds little gumdrops to the parts of our brain that want everything to have a happily ever after. Childhood has it’s own flavour of nostalgia, Initiated by memories of tricycles….fruit roll ups….rubber boots. You can sense the edges of these objects in your hands, taste their sugar at the tip of your tongue, pinpoint the bruises and scrapes that left stories on you left knee.
Then you become a parent and start to bring out these tokens of childhood for your own child’s wide eyes and open hands. But like the ‘ugly lights’ that come on after last call and save you from a bad decision, you gradually realize these toys and games and jelly shoes were the worst.
Bubbles are the worst
Your toddlers can’t read but they know that large translucent jug of mystery liquid anywhere! YAY! Pat yourself on the back for buying all the bubble juice and paraphernalia available at the dollar store. You are a ‘Super Fun Awesome Mom!’ There you are. laughing in the sun on your porch as your kids dance through your non-stop, mind-dizzying, shower of glorious bubbles. Man, this is too easy!
Until your kid realizes that THEY should be controlling the bubble release and placement.
