10 HUGS, 4 children, 5 adults (1 husband, 1 neighborhood friend, 2 waste disposal employees, 1 Smith’s Nursery employee)
I love going to the dump. Some of my favorite hugs come from there. I know, not something you hear everyday. The employee’s smiles lift me up and carry me through my day. The best part is they are not always huge grateful smiles. I sometimes get that shy gentle smile that tells me I have touched their heart. Melts me every time.
Today at Smith’s Nursery as I was waiting for my box of vegetables, I learned that the shy boy that is not a fan of touch (from Day 71) is actually the owner’s son. Well, after receiving my vegetables, I looked at him and said, “you know I am going to hug you now, right?” His response? A resigned, “yeah” and a halfhearted hug. It’s moments like this that always make me wonder. Am I overstepping bounds? Is it appreciated more than he lets on? Could he care less? Well, I probably won’t ever know, but it won’t stop me from asking again next week.
I have noticed since starting this blog that I find myself in conversations with random people much more often than I used to. Both my dad and my mother in law always seem to attract these conversations everywhere they go. Some people seem surprised by it, but my dad let me in on a little secret when I was a kid. Smile with your eyes. It shows kindness and attracts people to you. (this was long before Tyra Banks coined her term, SMIZE. If you watch ANTM then you know what I am talking about.) I lost this secret somewhere along the way, but I think through hugging I have found it again. Not only do random people strike up conversations, but everyone I encounter is a lot friendlier than they have been in the past years. Coincidence? I think not. You be the judge. Who would you rather talk with? The Melinda on the left or the one on the right? (if it is neither just remember…if you have nothing nice to say then don’t say anything at all….thanks)
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.