14 HUGS, 5 children, 5 adults (1 husband, 4 neighborhood friends)
Today I anticipated a day full of spreading joy to new friends. Especially after the high I was on from the number of new friends I hugged yesterday. There were so many I even forgot to mention the gentleman at the local waste disposal site. Well, kids often have a different idea of which direction the day should take. Today, my youngest just wanted to sleep. (Growth spurt perhaps?) I felt a tinge of disappointment because I had a few new stores I was going to impose my hugs upon. Little did I know that my children’s change of plans would lead to an impromptu coffee gathering. No, I did not get to inflict my kindness on unsuspecting new friends. I did instead get to enjoy the comfort of hugs from my mommy allies who could understand the chaos of an unintended change of plans.
Recently I have been reflecting on something that 3 people have brought to my attention in the past 30 days.
We need 4 hugs a day for survival. We need 8 hugs a day for maintenance. We need 12 hugs a day for growth
—Virginia Satir, family therapist
Am I growing? If children hugs count (I say they do) then I am. But before I had kids was I getting 12 hugs a day? Probably not. Probably not even close. I don’t think I even noticed. Yet, as soon as my children were born I couldn’t stop touching them, hugging them, holding them, kissing them. I may not have recognized my need before they were born, but boy did it come out in spades after. I know I can be a little over the top with them, but hey, I am their mother. They will hug me because I said so.
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.