When you get the “Running Hug”, don’t let go. That is, when your kids haven’t seen you in so long that they come running at you with smiles and screams of “DADDY!” and their hugs nearly knock you over … that’s the “Running Hug.” And when you get one, don’t let go. Milk it for all its worth.
This week my kids are at my in-laws enjoying all the fun that goes along with spending time with their Nana and Pop-Pop. Where they live is like heaven on earth … water, boats, kayaks, hammock, a woodshop for impromptu projects and a fire pit for roasting marshmallows. Really, what more can you want as a kid? (Come to think of it, what more would any of us want? I guess that is why they have retired there.)
So my wife and I have been running back and forth this week to their house on the river. I hadn’t been down in a few days as it is about an hour drive from our house. But I drove down last night, was able to quietly creep into the house and magically appear in the kitchen as the gang was eating dinner. That’s when the aforementioned Running Hug happened.
I will forever remember the looks in both kid’s eyes as they first were a bit startled seeing someone appear, then the blank look to focus on “hmm, someone is standing there”, then to the recognition that it was DADDY. And finally, the scramble to get out of their chairs, negotiate the one step up to the kitchen from the dinning room and apply the Running Hug.
So if gods look down on you and give you the opportunity to receive a Running Hug, cherish it. Hug them for as long as they’ll hang on. It washes away all the things that don’t really matter anyway.
This week my kids are at my in-laws enjoying all the fun that goes along with spending time with their Nana and Pop-Pop. Where they live is like heaven on earth … water, boats, kayaks, hammock, a woodshop for impromptu projects and a fire pit for roasting marshmallows. Really, what more can you want as a kid? (Come to think of it, what more would any of us want? I guess that is why they have retired there.)
So my wife and I have been running back and forth this week to their house on the river. I hadn’t been down in a few days as it is about an hour drive from our house. But I drove down last night, was able to quietly creep into the house and magically appear in the kitchen as the gang was eating dinner. That’s when the aforementioned Running Hug happened.
I will forever remember the looks in both kid’s eyes as they first were a bit startled seeing someone appear, then the blank look to focus on “hmm, someone is standing there”, then to the recognition that it was DADDY. And finally, the scramble to get out of their chairs, negotiate the one step up to the kitchen from the dinning room and apply the Running Hug.
So if gods look down on you and give you the opportunity to receive a Running Hug, cherish it. Hug them for as long as they’ll hang on. It washes away all the things that don’t really matter anyway.
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