Tonight I am thinking about hugs.
About how something so simple can build a bond, quiet a fear, break a barrier, or quite handily build a bridge over a seeming chasm.
They are marvelous, hugs.
I have been on the receiving end of many in the past week, in the spirit of the holidays, and tonight I reflect on how those hugs have bankrolled into a feeling of contented well-being.
I learned this from my parents. They both like to hug. My dad is an epic hugger.
For as long as I can remember, my dad has been fond of saying, with gusto: “Everyone needs at least fourteen hugs a day!” I used to think it was a sweet and endearing thing to say. But now… I think it’s one of the most wonderful truths he’s imparted to me.
Think about it. We all know at least one epic hugger. Someone who consistently forgoes formalities and – often with a wave of the hand and a disclaimer of “I’m a hugger” – will go straight for the neck. He or she wins everyone over. Every time.
It is so darn easy to love an epic hugger, isn’t it?
Why is that? My theory is that a hug (and therefore the hugger) says, “I love you no matter our differences.”
Quite simply yet profoundly, only good can come of that.
And so tonight I consider: would our world hate less if we hugged more? Would more hugging enable us see each other better – in some cases, to see each other at all… and appreciate what is there? The answer, I think, is a resounding yes.
In the spirit of greater world peace, this New Year I resolve to hug more… fourteen times a day – or more – if possible.
Join me, and we might just change the world.