Today I am thankful for HUGS! I love to get hugs…especially hugs from my sweeties! There was a time when all of my kids didn’t always hug me. My son, Samuel, when he first came home from Liberia, honestly didn’t truly understand what it meant to be hugged. A hug was the last thing on his agenda. So we had to strike a deal…
ONE HUG A DAY!
He would have the opportunity each day to give me a hug. If he didn’t give it to me, then I would request it. It took persistence and consistency on my part. Day in and day out I WOULD BE THE ONE TO ASK FOR THE HUGS. I thought he would never catch on.
I really didn’t think I was being unreasonable. I wanted him to understand what it meant to be a mom in his life. I wanted him to know that he was loved and that I cared deeply for him. I could have taken his non hugging behavior to heart…I could have made it personal. But something inside of me just kept saying that I needed to keep asking for those hugs.
Day in and day out I would remind him…one hug a day. They weren’t “real” hugs as I would define them, but they were hugs. You know…the kind of thing you do when you really don’t want to do it, but you do it to get it done with so you can check it off your list of things to do for the day!
Then one day…probably about six to eight months after he had arrived home, Samuel came up behind me and said, “MOM!” I was cleaning the kitchen and kind of snapped back a “What?”. He tapped me on the shoulder and I turned around. There he stood with arms open wide and a big grin on his face WAITING for HIS hug. This mama about leaped out of her skin with the joy that penetrated straight to her heart!
It…was…long…suffering…requesting…each…and…every…hug…each…and…every…day! Oh but the joy that came with the morning light! I don’t have to request hugs any more from Samuel…he hugs me on his own accord. They are real hugs…hugs that say,
I love you, Mom.