9 HUGS, 3 children, 5 adults, 1 metal grasshopper (1 husband, 2 neighborhood friends, 2 family members at Smith’s Nursery)
I was out running errands this afternoon and really looking forward to some hugs. Then, life happened. 4 year old preferred to use the self check out at the library. (who doesn’t?!) He also fell asleep in the car which led me to ask hubby to make the pit stop at the grocery store so I didn’t have to. Next, I pulled in to the gas station knowing that I would most likely not have an opportunity there. Perhaps I should have been more open to the possibility. I tried twice to get my credit card to work. Finally, I walked up to the gas station counter (one of those small one man stations where there is only enough room for the employee and some cigarettes he’s selling.) and asked for help. The nice young man came out to help me. One swipe of my card and of course it would work for him. I was kind of embarrassed so I just let him walk away without requesting a hug. By the time I thought of it, he was already back at the station. Oh man. Stupid ego.
On my way to Smith’s Nursery I realized that 4 year old needed a longer nap than it would take to get there. I decided to take the long way around. I was still kicking myself for the missed opportunity when I notice a metal grasshopper at the side of the road. A BIG metal grasshopper. I began thinking how funny and embarrassing it would be to get a picture of me hugging the grasshopper for the blog tonight. I kept driving and decided it would be too embarrassing to do that. Wait, isn’t that what kept me from the hug at the gas station? That’s it…I was going to hug that grasshopper. Of course that meant that I would have to set the timer on the camera on top of my car. This meant that anyone passing by would realize just how truly crazy I have become. Oh…could I do it? Well, there were barely any cars on the road, so I faced my fears and turned right around to hug that crazy grasshopper. I set up my camera on the car, set the timer and ran to hug the grasshopper. As I was waiting for the camera to take the picture, I was mortified to notice that a mailman stopped at the mailbox directly across the street. This caused traffic on both sides of the road (of which there was a ridiculous amount now) to stop right where I was
looking like a fool hugging my grasshopper. After the longest 3 seconds of my life, the picture was over and I ran back to my truck. A last minute glance at the mailman and I noticed he was laughing and really enjoying my unexplainable choice for a picture. I felt exhilarated and free. I laughed along with him and carried on my way. I can almost guarantee I have provided a great story for his family and hopefully lots more laughs.
My lesson for the day? I will learn to embrace fear and embarrassment. I will continue to do what it takes to make others smile. Because at the end of the day it’s not the embarrassment I remember, but the joy I brought to myself and at least one other person.
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.