9 HUGS, 2 children, 1 one month old, 6 adults (1 husband, 2 waste disposal workers, 1 nurse, 1 Doctor, 1 new hot mama)
This morning started with a trip to the Doctor’s. I knew I was being overly dramatic, but when it comes to my children’s health, I get paranoid (they have colds). Anyway, the trash had to be taken to the dump too. Would I have the time? The thought that maybe my long bearded, burly, cigar smoking friend would be there encouraged me to make the time. His hugs are great. I was in luck! We hugged and I turned to a girl that I have seen there before, but never had the opportunity to hug. Today, I asked her for a hug. She happily obliged me and as I was walking away I overheard her say to burly man, “Been a long time since I’ve gotten a hug.” I am still at a loss for words over that one. On one hand I felt blessed that I had that opportunity to give her something that everyone needs and deserves. On the other hand I wondered why hugs aren’t more abundant in her life. It’s obviously not from not wanting them, she wouldn’t have been so glad to receive mine. All I know is that from now on if she’s there, she better believe she will be getting hugs from me.
After the Doctor’s appointment, I was about 20 minutes from my girlfriend’s house (but a full 20 minutes closer than from where I live). You know, the one with the baby. That sweet little thing is going to be one month old this Friday! I haven’t seen her or her mama in quite some time. I knew this would add an extra 40 minutes on to my drive back home with 2 kids who were still a little under the weather. 40 minutes seemed a small price to pay to give 2 people a hug that I knew would greatly need and appreciate them. Leaving the kids in the car, I made the quick trip up the stairs just to give 2 of my most important hugs of the day. I am happy to report that both mama and baby are doing amazing. These hug stories that I had to share with you today got me thinking about time.
In general we all worry way too much about time. (Guilty, Your Honor) Some things are just more important. Hugs, for example. If I had chosen to worry about getting to the Doctor’s office on time, I would not have gone to the dump. Two very important hugs missed. If I had chosen to worry about time spent in my car that could have been spent getting to my honey do list at home I would not have gone to my girlfriend’s house. Two very important hugs missed. When it comes right down to it and I find myself worrying more about time than the truly important things, I try to look ahead and say, “How will my being late to the Doctor’s make a difference tomorrow?” It won’t. “How many more things will I get done by going straight home rather than making a quick pit stop to see a precious child?” Not enough. I am working hard at not letting time run my life, but letting me run my life. When I do, I am always rewarded.
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.