I spent the past weekend in Tennessee with the family. It was good to go home. However, my father was a little more affectionate than normal. Usually, he's not a big hugger, nor does he express his feelings that often. I learned from the best. But this weekend, he was different. Perhaps it's having all the kids back in the house, but as my older sister an niece were about to leave, he wanted a group hug. This was a bit unnerving, since the last time he wanted a group hug was 20 years ago, and it was to announce that mom was pregnant.
In this holiday season and time of thanksgiving, I have realized that I am extremely grateful that my parents locked their bedroom door on Friday nights (it wasn't until I was an adult that I realized what was going on in there). They saved me years of potential therapy bills.
Well, Mom is NOT pregnant, and I look forward to the next group hug in 2026.
2 comments:
I cannot believe how strange you are. Glad to hear the family is good, though. Dad and his hugs...
So all you got out of this trip home was a nervous tummy from your Pops? I worry about you.-K
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