There is nothing in this world like the genuine hug of a child. Nothing. Absolutetly nothing compares to it.
Jay typically takes Eli to school. He works less than a quarter mile from Eli’s school, and has always shouldered that responsibility. I think I have maybe five times taken Eli to school, and usually he gives me a passing hug and is off to the races with his friends. This morning was different.
Eli decided he needed to spend some extra time with me. I didn’t realize this until I had finished talking to his teacher (and before I had asked Eli to go play while I did so) and Eli was waiting patiently for me. All his friends were playing, but he sat, alone, waiting on me. When I got to him, he said we had to do ten steps. I didn’t know what this meant, but soon, I found myself trying to walk with him having his feet on mine (you try walking with 30 pounds on each foot!) It seems he and his dad do this from time to time, so I played along. After my recovery, I sat for a moment, and Eli wanted to sit with me, so we did. I whispered in his ear that I loved him and I wanted him to have a good day. I also told him how much his Dad loves him, and I wanted to give him a Daddy hug. This is basically a really tight hug. Eli got a kick out of this and then it was game on with bear hugs!
After a few minutes, Eli just wouldn’t let go. It wasn’t a bear hug, but just a “I’m not letting you go hug.” Once again, my iron clad heart melted. How is it this creature can have this impact on me? I darn near cried right there in the middle of his school. I finally broke the embrace, and told him to have a good day. Off he went.
I need to drop him off more often. I know this hug fest doesn’t happen every day (as Jay has reminded me on many occasions) but this one sure filled my tanks!