Hugs are funny things. We need hugs. We sometimes avoid them.
Some people are huggers. Some people are not. I am not a hugger.
My SIL and her three sons are huggers. That took me a long time to get used to when I married into the family.
So why are we as humans drawn to these embraces in times of sorrow or crisis? For the past few days I have hugged aunts, uncles, cousins, the boy who informed me there was not a Santa Claus (still not sure if I have totally forgive him for that one), the beautiful girl from high school that I envied, the person that I had my first "adult beverage" with (it is OK mom and dad, I am not an alcoholic), childhood friends, childhood friends of siblings and the list could go on. Even though I am an admitted "no hug person" there was no other way that I would have handled these situations if I got the do over option. I needed the hugs, the people receiving these hugs either needed them or knew that I needed them.
So since I have had this "hugger" revelation, I think I will try to give more hugs, even if it is a little uncomfortable for me, I have realized that we all need hugs at times, whether we know it or not. (((HUGS))) to you! Cindy
1 comment:
I am a hugger myself...so i can't imagine not getting a hug everyday from someone, a student, Maxwell, a friend or family member. that said, as mch as i enjoy a hug the enjoyment comes rom seeing others smile because of it. start with hugging kids, it makes it easier...you couldn'teven imagine how many kids Never get a hug during a single day. Count your blessings...I can name 3 off the top of my head.and they all begin with B:)..and know that I am always available if you need a hug, just as I know that you are there when I need one...
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