As much as my childhood being hard, I knew mum loved me, even if I don’t remember much hugs from her. But I knew she cared and worried. (Mum still worries now.)
But the time I especially felt valued and loved, was starting from my 30’s, when I moved out for the second time, to live on my own. This was when the hugs just came out of nowhere. It shocked me at first, as I wondered what was going off, seeing a side of my mum I had not seen before. But I did not shun the hugs. Now, it just seems natural for us both, to hug.
Every time we meet up, when it comes to departing our separate ways, we hug as well as saying I love you. With every hug, I see mum’s face beaming and her eyes sparkling, along with her smile.
Mum’s hugs extend also to my friends, when she sees them. They get the same hug as me. 😊
I hope as it looks to me, that it feels natural for my mum, when she hugs.