There is nothing more amazing than a hug, is there? No, I don’t think so. I love how I can always count on hugs from my circus act. Thanks to them I have learned to enjoy the warmth and love that is a hug. I’m not much of a hugger. I’m not a very physical person. Physical demonstrations of love just was not something that I knew growing up so it took me a long time, a very long time to accept a hug. I never would have known what I was missing were it not for my clowns.
Nowadays, I crave those hugs. I need those hugs. I miss those hugs when we are far away or too busy juggling the busyness of our lives. Work life, school life, dance life, social life, life just gets too busy that sometimes we forget to pause but for a few seconds and offer a hug to show our love, to encourage, to reassure, to center and bring back to reality. One of my clowns needed a back to reality kind of hug last night and I really wanted to be the one to offer it…tightly…around their neck…just for a moment…
I’m kidding about the wringing their neck. I’m not kidding about their needing to get back on the reality plane.
This parenting gig isn’t all roses, rainbows and unicorns, is it?
Thank goodness for the hugs.
NaPhoPoMo day 20