My nephew ran at me yesterday with a joyful cry of “Auntie!!!” and jumped into my arms for one of his patented silent hugs that go on so long he has to shift his head and burrow it into the other side of my neck to stay comfortable. I could live in that hug, just rocking him back and forth. I’m there right now, and let me tell you, you guys, it makes everything better. Yeah, yeah, eclipse season, yeah yeah, Mercury retrograde, whatever.
Every night I text my little girl, Beth, (she’s not really a little girl, but she will always be so to me!) five things I’m grateful for, and last night, among other things, I texted her about T’s hug. You know what she wrote back? “life IS beautiful! It sounds as though today was one of those magical moments when the stars aligned and you were able to truly witness and take in how loved and genuinely cherished you are.” I didn’t see it that way until she wrote it, and when I first read what she’d written I balked. Surely T’s hugs aren’t about me, surely they’re about how great he is!
But waking up this morning and I can see she is right! Here she was, telling me she loved me and that she was happy I was feeling loved and my first impulse was to reject what she was saying. It’s like she handed me the best, most beautifully wrapped present with everything I’d ever wanted inside and I just waved her off, saying, “no really, I couldn’t!” WHAT WAS I THINKING?!
Don’t do that, you guys!! It’s every bit as important to let others love you as it is to love them. Love is not some puny, selfish, grasping thing that sucks up all the light and leaves us gasping on the sand like beached whales. Love expands, love embraces, love includes. There’s enough for everybody.
So let love in, my little Winter Squashes!! I’m gonna.