Monday, February 20, 2012

Bedtime Hugs

A sign Caleb made and affixed to his door during a moment he was less than pleased with us.

I sat on Caleb's bed and said his bedtime prayers. Afterwards, I glanced in his direction. He seemed a little awkward and unsure. His actions reminded me of the ending moments of a date where neither party quite knows how to end it. Finally, he slung his arms around my waist and gave me a quick squeeze.

I was flabbergasted. I have few, if any, memories of Caleb pulling me into a hug. I praised him for his affection and then grilled him on just what prompted his spontaneous embrace. After a lot of prompting, he explained that he hugs his stuffed iguana all the time. He wondered how a hug would feel with someone else.

He continued, "I wanted to know how it felt to be close."

"How did it feel," I asked, incredibly touched by the whole encounter.

He finished, "It felt good."

It certainly did.

2 comments:

  1. Such a sweet, sweet story. Hugs are extra precious when they come from sons; I think girls seem to be more natural huggers. :-)

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    1. Thanks for the kind words. I'll have to take your word on girls being natural huggers. I'm only a mom to boys!

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