There are so many things I miss about my mom. Her mere presence in this World grounded me. But the thing I miss most are her hugs. Really there is nothing better than a mom's (my mom's) hug. Her hugs could celebrate, comfort, and console. They were so full of love and hope and pride and warmth. If I close my eyes I can still feel the weight of her arms around me.
Now that I'm a mom it's my turn. I hope my boys always find comfort in my arms. I hope my hugs provide a sense of home, stability and protection to them. That they realize how much more lies beneath the surface of that hug -- pride and joy and hope and fear and love (oh so much love). I hope they never get annoyed when I grab them for one more or pull away when squeeze a little bit tighter. Because in the end you are never to old for a hug from your mommy!