I am a very huggy person. I hug strangers. I hug anyone when it is appropriate. I am a great hugger.
Apart from my husband and children, I recently hugged a grieving mum at her son’s funeral and that’s it during the last 10 months. If someone had announced a year ago what 2020 was going to be like, we would not have believed them, we would have labelled that person insane and gone about our day, doing all the things we took for granted.
When I read it was Hug Day (which is a nonsense day anyway, let’s face it) I felt a bit sad at how different the world is for many of us right now but I have to have some hope. I have to look at Insta stories from places like Australia where life seems to have resumed and I have to hope for that again, we all do.
I have hugged and held women in antenatal classes, during birth and as new mothers who have sobbed when they have felt lost and exhausted within their new role. Now I try to provide that feeling of safety and reassurance in different ways. And I am ok with that.
I can still talk to and work with parents but I miss babies – holding them, rocking them, smelling them, watching them learn and grow.
The last year has taught me about me, I am full of gratitude and I appreciate all the simple, small stuff. I will never take a hug for granted again.
A specialist in pregnancy, birth & early parenting | working with parents since 2002