This morning, I gave my mother her first hug of the year. The last one, I think, was on Christmas Eve, as I flew interstate for the holidays - we aren't much of a touchy feely huggy family, much to some people's disgust. I think the last hug Mum got from one of us kids was when my sister was flying out to Melbourne in January.
So, an early morning flight to New Zealand, my grandfather has taken another turn for the worse, but will get more into that in the next entry perhaps, and I got up at 5.20am for the first time in years to see my mother off. And to give her a big hug before she headed to the airport. She hadn't gotten any sleep last night, and I felt as if I was the stronger one in the hug. Strange that, when you tend to think of your parents as infallible, invincible and indefatigable.
I like to think that because I give hugs rarely, that when they do occur, they are all the more special and memorable. I would like to think that, at least.
So, an early morning flight to New Zealand, my grandfather has taken another turn for the worse, but will get more into that in the next entry perhaps, and I got up at 5.20am for the first time in years to see my mother off. And to give her a big hug before she headed to the airport. She hadn't gotten any sleep last night, and I felt as if I was the stronger one in the hug. Strange that, when you tend to think of your parents as infallible, invincible and indefatigable.
I like to think that because I give hugs rarely, that when they do occur, they are all the more special and memorable. I would like to think that, at least.
No comments:
Post a Comment