Life is a bar of soap

A school camp and a trip to Cape Reinga, Horeke and Waitangi.

I was so excited to be heading off in the 1960s on a school excursion in to the wilds of the Far North of New Zealand.

We were in a supermarket in Pukekohe and I, as a young 10 year old girl, spotted a bar of Palmolive soap, in a wondrous box, festooned with images of beautiful women and silky smooth complexions.

I had to have that bar of soap.

I begged my parents to let me have that bar of soap. I wanted it so badly. The box was so pretty and the smell so wonderful. But it was expensive.

My Mother said ?Yes?. My Father said ?No.?

I recollect the argument about that bar of soap and my Mother said ?let her have it.?

I was so happy.

Against my father?s wishes, the bar of soap went in to the trolley.

Then I said the worst thing I could possibly say.

I looked at my Father and said ?haha I win!?.

My mother put that bar of soap back on the shelf

I went from hero to zero in two seconds flat because of my words.

Life is a bar of soap.

It was not the soap that I fell in love with. It was the packaging.

And my Mother and Father knew that. That bar of soap taught me a valuable lesson.

It was soap.

I was angry and contrite, sad, but over the soap. It was a day in a supermarket, that at that time, seemed the end of the world to me.

I went on the school trip and when I unpacked my suitcase, I found a box of soap. It was the one I wanted so badly.

It smelt lovely and looked so very pretty but, over 50 years later, I can still remember looking at that bar of soap and feeling guilty.

The magic had gone. The moment I said to my Father ?haha I won.?

Life is not about winning. It is not about being good or bad or right or wrong. It is about knowing that you did the right thing.

As a kid, I did the wrong thing.

I worry that Cindy wants to gives us all a bar of soap and it is in a very pretty package indeed.

Bottom line, is it any better than what we had before it was in the box?

It is soap.

Strip away the packaging, New Zealand is getting given a bar of soap in a very attractive box.

My concern is, what is in the soap? Is it to make us smell better or is it to make us smell less?

What is in the soap? That is what worries me with Ms Ardern. She has sold us the packaging and the pretty ladies BUT