Are you a hugger? I love to hug. I hug hello and good-bye. If you’re standing anywhere near me I might brush a hand on your arm or pat you on the shoulder. I’m Italian which makes me the touchy-feely type. Talking with my hands extends to if you’re anywhere in my reach I may lay a hand on you. I suggest if people don’t like that about me they should stay at arm’s length. Last week my friend Cindy gave me this great big gigantic hug. It felt like she was glad to see me. That or I had attached my hugging tentacles and forgot to pull the release. But don’t tell her.
Here’s where it’s a problem with hugging. My kids don’t like it when I hug them. Of course, at 13 and 11 what do I expect? But I can’t help myself. Whenever they’re near me I have to run over and wrap my arms around them. I try to control myself when their friends are present, but let it be known as soon as I shut the door at the end of a hang out session I’ve got my arm over the shoulder of one of my kids. Both kids if I can pull that off. I only had two kids because I don’t have enough arms or a large enough wing span to hug anymore than two at a time.
So, what’s a mom to do? Well, I’ve been known to hug while they sleep. Very sneaky of me. There’s always the brush the hand across the shoulder thing. They haven’t caught on to that one yet. I can creep into their personal space when they watch television. Sometimes without knowing it, they hug me. Score!
I can’t change who I am and truthfully, would my kids want me to? What’s life like it your mom never hugs you? Pretty cold and empty if you ask me. And what’s life like if you’re friends never hug you? I have friends I can’t wait to see just so I can give them a big hug. Like Cindy and … YOU.