Sunday, February 23, 2014

Random thoughts: watching my son chase bubbles

Went to the botanic garden together with my family.

Seeing my son chasing bubbles and laughing with glee when he pop a bubble is a nice experience. The simple joy of a pure young kid.

Bubbles are beautiful, chasing after them are fun, but only those with a pure heart like a kid, will not think too much about the bursting of the bubbles.

Life is like that, isn't it. Most of us have a life of abundance, but we refuse to chase the bubbles, thinking it is silly since it will burst anyway.

We spent time thinking of ways to have the bubbles permanently flying around, the sight is beautiful, take a photo at least.

Pure happiness is taking the moment, chase with all your might, but laugh it off, let it go when it burst, there is another patch of bubbles coming, lets not live life crying over burst bubbles or the purpose of chasing bubbles.

When its time to go, keep the bootle. The memory is there, the enjoyment is there, why the need of keep asking why. We can always have "another time, son"


  1. Joy of being a parent.

    Enjoy it for next 10-18 years.

  2. 18 years later (if not sooner), our children will tell us, "why the need to keep telling us, for our own good", etc etc. We will have to learn to let "go".

  3. sillyinvestor,

    When the light hit the bubbles in the right angle, we can see rainbows in the bubbles :)

    What do we remember when we think of our parents looking back? Bubble blowing moments anyone?

  4. Thanks CW,

    I am enjoying it very much now. Dun want to think how long they will be cute and innocent. 10 years is good enough for me.

    I am already very satisfied now

  5. My parents have no time for play for me. They are always working, and more often than not, quarreling.

    But I remember the struggle they put in so that we have a good life, and the blanket covering moments when I am much bigger.

    I remember the supper together after we cleared up the stall.

  6. We remember what we DO together - bubble blowing moments.

    I talk a lot about my mom for a reason. She was there when I came home from school. There when I fell sick. There when I broke things in the house. There when I was hungry. I had lots of "bubble blowing" moments together even though we seldom went out. Mom is housewife.

    Dad made the money.

    There's little shared bubble blowing moments with Dad.

    Cause and effect.

    I am more oriental in outlook. But there's one thing I admire is the western (Scandinavian) concept of play and societal expectation of dads sharing the housework and more importantly - child raising.

  7. SMOL,

    I spend equal amount of time with both my dad and mum. We all chip in, including my bro and sis, in the family business of ours, for us, as free labour mainly ;)

    But I am much closer to my dad than my mum. It's not jut the amount of time, but the meaningful interaction if any.

    Bubble chasing moments, in different forms, not fun, but meaningful

  8. My mum washed her cloth manually then sometimes, I played the bubbles. Free bubbles

    Nowadays; it is commercial bubbles. Not free. LOL!

  9. The bubbles of yesteryears and today. An excellent idea for a story. My bubbles, will be the bubbles of washing the woks and bowls.

    How 3 generations play with bubbles. Yours seem the most heart warming. But I believe various experiences let us grow up differently.

    I remember the day before my PSLE, I am at my Father's stall washing the utensils. My dad didn't know I have exam the next day, I am not worried too as whatever I can prepare, I had already done so. My friend's mum saw me and was shocked! Ask what I am doing here. I told her I dun believe in studying in the last minute.

    My dad felt bad and ask me to go home, I said its ok, but he insisted and ask me to sleep early.

    That kinda of shape my attitude towards study, it was never a monster, except when it is JC, when the thought of not going to university means I have wasted 2 years and need to go poly.

    Cannot imagine any kids even watching TV now on the leading up to PSLE, which is really sad.