One of my brother’s friends once joked that our family is like the Ozzie and Harriet show from long ago. Not quite. We do have our not so awesome moments and get on each others nerves but for all of that, we are very close too. I have learned from my parents that family is important and to always appreciate that connection. I like to think that I am putting these values into place now that I have a husband and two little ones.
I didn’t go away to school like my brother did, instead choosing to attend the community college and later commute to Manhattan for another degree while living in New York. Eventually, I graduated and got a job. It was time for me to move out and be the first time I lived by myself.
My mom really wanted my room I think.
After some searching, I found the perfect place for me. It was exciting and very surreal. This new home was also only 20 minutes away from my parents. After a month of making up excuses like doing laundry to go back home, my mom decided to visit me when I got sick. I would like to think I was vulnerable with the fever and all, but it was a long time coming and I broke down. Although I cried and begged to come home, my mom reassured me I was going to be okay with more time. I could tell how difficult that was for her to say sitting on those lawn chairs in my miniature livingroom.
When she left, I kept having to give her just one more hug.
It’s one more hug that helps me hold onto to the moment where life may not be perfect but it is going to be okay. It’s one more hug that helps me hold onto all that is right in my heart just a little bit longer. One more hug lets me hold on to my family.
Many years later when my boyfriend and I packed up everything to move from NYC to NC, there were LOTS of one more hugs for family and friends.
The final moments before I was going to walk down the aisle and get married. One more hug.
The time when I had to tell my mom I couldn’t get pregnant and I was feeling depressed. One more hug.
When my parents came to visit me after I had my first baby and I brought them back to the airport. One more hug.
My announcement that I was going to have a second baby. One more hug.
Holding my baby nephew for the first time and then having to go too soon. One more hug.
Seeing my family again after months have passed. One more hug.
Being in my grandma’s house without her there anymore. One more hug.
Looking at my husband who was going away again on another long business trip. One more hug.
My 3 year old nephew who I do not get to see as often as I like. One more hug. When I catch him to get it anyway.
I just dropped my parents off at the airport once again after a weekend visit where they helped take care of all of us. One more hug for each of them. Feeling sad, my kids and I drove away from the planes taking off. I took my son to school.
He walked into the room but came running back to me…
“One more hug, mom!”
Who do you like to give just one more hug to?