Hugs And Kisses

Lennon is a trooper. He takes falls and tumbles without much fuss, but occasionally he is really hurt and those big eyes fill with tears. I know exactly what to do. I scoop him up and kiss whatever hurts and -- like magic-- all is well.

I wish I could do that for my friends. Scoop them up and with just a hug and a kiss make everything better. My heart is in the right place and so are my arms, but we just aren’t close enough for that to happen.

The truth is, even if we were in the same room, I probably wouldn’t dare to do it anyway. Grown-ups believe they have out grown kisses and hugs when they are hurt. Why? I don’t know. I suppose they believe it is only a distraction, not really a cure, but if it works, what difference does that make?

I know I really can’t cure anything. I can’t make a bump disappear, or a cut heal up quickly. I can’t take away the sting of ugly words, or feelings of loss. All I can really do is offer comfort, but if someone can comfort me when I am feeling lost and sad, I want it. Whatever offers relief from that moment is at the top of my list.

I am a big fan of hugs and kisses.