Twenty-five years ago, my older son, then age two, suffered mightily from anxiety. When his anxiety would start to bounce off the walls of our apartment, I would take him out to our tiny balcony with bubble soap and wands. One puff of bubbles brought instant calm. Sometimes calm turned to laughter; sometimes to awe. He's much happier now, but I miss our bubble times.
It can't be easy for you to maintain this gift to the public. Thank you so much.
It can't be easy for you to maintain this gift to the public. Thank you so much.