This story comes from Sandra A.
When I asked about her favorite hug she kind of stared off in to space and said, “Well, the first thing that popped to mind was when my kids linger in a hug instead of squirming out of my arms.” Ahhh, the elusive kid hug. I know that all too well. I thought that may be the end of her story when after a moment’s pause she reflected back to a time when she struggled to get close to her youngest son. She smiled sweetly as she mentioned how he is now the one to linger in her hugs and how meaningful that is to her. Her oldest lingers too, but he’s always been quite loving and affectionate towards her. I see her struggle with her emotions as she knows she should be grateful for both hugs equally, but when it comes from her youngest who did not always give love so freely, she knows it’s something special. At which point she adds, “I know it’s not much but it’s the first thing that came to mind.”
Aren’t we all like that to some degree? Quick to dismiss those little things that are so important to us that we don’t think others will agree or understand? Those little things? They are what make life worth living.
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.