Of Miracles… and Giant Bubbles

There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as though everything is a miracle.

— Albert Einstein

Miracles happen everyday,
change your perception of what a miracle is
and you’ll see them all around you.

-Jon Bon Jovi

There is nothing quite like the joy of a child looking at a giant, life-sized bubble. Cass had no idea whether she wanted to pop it, hug it, or protect it.

There is also nothing quite like the joy of a mother watching her husband create giant bubbles for his daughter to enjoy.

It was a messy, sticky labor of love, inducing many giggles, shrieks, and dramatic sliding on slippery grass. (It was great, the kids’ feet would just fly out from under them, the most ridiculous slapstick falling on bums that you can imagine. For an afternoon, it appeared that I had given birth to the Three Stooges.)

To kids, bubbles are miracles. You can explain how they work from morning to night; just because you can explain it doesn’t make it any less magical, miraculous. Fleeting.

The same goes for clouds, rainbows, airplanes and babies.

When you become a parent, you have to learn to let go of the explanations and embrace the miracles.

Life is so much better that way, anyway.

Miracles, in the sense of phenomena we cannot explain,
surround us on every hand:

life itself is the miracle of miracles.

George Bernard Shaw

Let me know what miracles you find today.

**Side note: Cass’s uncle bought her this “Bubble Thing” for her birthday. She couldn’t quite manipulate it- part of the problem is she isn’t tall enough- but the boys got the hang of it easily enough. It comes with some bubble solution that you mix with dish soap and water; Jeff insisted that our Sun & Earth soap detracted from the massiveness/longevity of the bubbles, which may be a valid point. This bubble mixture is going to drip EVERYWHERE when you’re playing so be prepared! It’s crazy slippery. Get the kids to wear grippy shoes or have your FlipCam ready.**