14 HUGS, 5 children, 5 adults (1 husband, 2 neighborhood friends, 1 therapist, 1 neighbor)
I have been looking forward to one of the children hugs I received today. He is autistic. My understanding of all autistic children was that they did not like personal touch. He is a perfect example of why I should always keep an open mind. He LOVES hugs! This was apparent when I went to give his therapist a hug, he immediately stood up on his chair prepared for the hug I was about to get from him. Thank you for reminding me that even when we are labeled something, that does not define us.
The same could even be said about young boys. I passed by a neighbor that I have not seen in quite a long time. Her 6 and 11 year old boys were outside with her. As soon as she saw me she yelled, “Are you gonna hug one of us?” I yelled back, “Of course”. She responded with, “Yeah, I’m going to be in the blog!” (When I started the blog, I was really looking forward to the day that people got excited over this.) Anyway, the boys were a little more reluctant. I chased after them to no avail. (Yes, I chased them.) Their mom tried to persuade them with the excitement of being in the blog. Still not happening. Although, at this point, I noticed them inching closer. It’s not that boys don’t want to be hugged. It’s that they don’t want to admit they want to be hugged. They have to feign disinterest to save face. Needless to say, I got both hugs. Thanks, boys.
My final story today is about another neighbor. We are not overly friendly. I may have offended her unintentionally at one point. At this point, we are cordial with each other. I was spending some time thinking about her today and how I hoped that one day it would be different. I hoped that one day I might even have an opportunity to hug her. Wow, I didn’t expect it to be today! She saw me struggling with old fashioned clippers for my trees, and stopped by to offer her electric trimmer. An olive branch on the day that I happened to be thinking about hugging her? Too perfect. Thank you for letting me borrow them and again reminding me to keep an open mind. In this instance that relationships are not set in stone. They can change if you want and allow them to.
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.