I am generally not a touchy-feely person, some might even say I am a bit stand-offish. I don’t know the science and I’m not going to Google it either, but I think there is something healthy about it…and something others need as well.
There is little more precious than when my grandchild sits next to me and lovingly grabs my hand…that little more being one of her hugs. She is a hugger and I’ve noticed how eyes light up when she hugs a person. I’ve watched her hug an elderly person she didn’t even really know and probably shouldn’t be hugging (perhaps, the grocery store clerk) and watched their eyes tear up and their eyes light up. When I hug my mother, I feel something unexplainable…it is as if I’m giving her something bigger than any gift I’ve ever given. My father was a giant man, and a hugger. When he died, the church hall was filled to capacity, the overflow was filled, and people were crying all over the place. I think that if more of us were like my grandchild and my dad, the world would be a little better.
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