9 HUGS, 4 children, 4 adults (1 husband, 1 neighborhood friend, 1 employee at The Little Gym, 1 new friend)
I try not to share my misadventures in hugging, but the Mama Bear in me is coming out. I had a pleasant conversation with a mom at a play area today. My 5 year old even helped her 2 year old down from a very large slide. She walked away for a little while but came back eventually. This second time, she sat a little ways away because someone else sat where she used to be. In the meantime, her 2 year old went to play with my 5 year old again. I noticed them fighting over a ball and yelled at my oldest to share. Next thing I knew he was running to me crying. The 2 year old bit him. Hard. Teeth marks and all. (no broken skin, phew.) Now, I certainly know these things happen and I was completely prepared to smile sympathetically at the mom and let her know I understood that these things happen. When I look up, I see her walking away with him. Walking away! No apology, no look of apology, not even a glance in our direction. Oh man. I think I am a very tolerable person, but nobody hurts my babies without at least an apology. Well, there goes HER hug for the day. (There. I guess I showed her!) Ok, my rant is done now.
Fortunately, I was blessed with very well behaved boys. I know that not everyone is quite as lucky. I thank God every day for them. Especially when I hear on a daily basis from my 5 year old, “Mom? You know what?” “What?” Without a word, he just comes to give me a big squeeze.
Or like tonight. “Mom?” “Yes?” “I am really cold. Know what I need? “What?” “A hug. That really warms me up.” “Oh and Mom?” “Yes?” “You should really put that in your blog tonight. That is the hug for your blog.” Sigh. He sure knows how to melt my heart.
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.