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“Dada, Do You Have Time to Catch My Bubbles?”
Time stops when real love is present
One morning, 26 years ago, I found myself standing in my closet, madly searching for clean clothes in a last-minute attempt to pack before yet another business trip when I noticed my 3-year-old son standing in the entrance.
In one hand he held a small plastic wand, in the other a plastic bottle of soapy water.
“Dada,” he said, looking up at me. “Do you have time to catch my bubbles?”
Time? Whoa! It stopped. And so did I.
At that moment, it made absolutely no difference whether or not I caught my plane; I could barely catch my breath. The only thing happening was my son and the soulful look of longing in his eyes.
For the next five minutes, all we did was play — him blowing bubbles, me catching.
His need was completely satisfied — his need for connection, his need for love, his need for knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that his dada was there for him and everything was perfect just the way it was.
Jesse is 29 years old now. He works for Google. His bubbles are digital. But his need and mine are still the same —the need to slow down, be present, and experience love in the moment.
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