If there’s one activity that my toddler enjoys more than playing with toy vehicles, it’s playing with water and bubbles. On Friday afternoon I poured some warm water into the box he uses for water play in the yard, and gave him a big sponge with some washing up liquid in it. I thought that he would stand, sit or crouch on the floor outside the box and play with the water and bubbles like that. He had other ideas! Within about ten seconds of seeing the water, he just climbed straight in, fully dressed! He played for ages and everything got soaking wet – including me! He thought it was brilliant.
Around the point where he decided that eating the bubbles would be a good idea (it wasn’t), I took him out, tipped it away and then took him upstairs for an early bath. As I was bathing him I was reminded of how we used to play just like this when we were children. Or rather, when we used to go on holiday to Pevensey Bay, we would play in the sea or on the sand for ages and get so wet, sandy and filthy that we would need early baths. We’d moan about having to stop play and go inside, and shriek at how hot the bathwater was in comparison to how cold we all felt after being in the sea for so long. And then we’d get out, get dry and put on clean clothes and go and sit in the warm sunlounge room at the front of the house, overlooking the sea. And although we’d fought hard about coming inside in the first place, the feeling of being cosy and clean and dry and warm was so … shnuggly that you found you didn’t want to go outside and play again and were just happy to be in.
Maybe it’s just me, but it feels special when I see things from my childhood being repeated in my son’s childhood. I have really fond memories of my childhood and so it kind of feels like I’m doing things right when this happens. He had such fun that afternoon, and helping him to have fun is one of my favourite activities :-)