When I squeezed the shampoo bottle
Out they floated and skittered through the steam
I found myself smiling and inside
I felt like a kid again.
Bubbles and crayons and cupcakes
all feed that child inside me.
I am just a child I realize –
no wonder I muck it up
with my own kids sometimes.
To childish to lead a child-
so I try to push the child in me away.
But maybe this is the point
maybe if I embrace the child inside
instead of ignoring her- then maybe
I will remember those little things
that made my heart float when i was young
and maybe by embracing that
I will be a better mom.
Because I will remember
that bubbles make me smile.