I was thinking about my mum today. And yesterday. And everyday. She is still alive at 87 years young, although not in great health.
This year I have literally run away to mums when things have gotten a bit tough. I run to her for a cup of tea, some toast and a big nonjudgmental hug.
After a few hours, I am ready to face the world again.
I love my mum, and I don't want to think about life without her.
Gala Darling (one of the blogs I follow) wrote about Amma.
Gala queued up for a hug from Amma, a complete stranger, because she is the 'saint' of hugs.
Amma travels the world offering hugs to anyone; no cost, no expectations. (Amma means mother.) Gala said it was a warming and moving experience.
I hope that my hugs mean that much to someone. As a mother I love my child. As a friend I love my friends. As a sister, daughter, aunt; I give hugs because I love.
Hugs to you all.