the loaded hug

I’ve never told anyone this story. I guess it’s funny or not a big deal, but it’s hard for me to see it in context. When I think of it, I still have the shame of that little four year old girl with the wet underpants.

I was in JK. I was four years old. I think maybe it was circle time and the teacher wouldn’t let me go pee (why do I feel the need to justify this?) and then there was a line up for the bathroom and I guess I just couldn’t hold it and some pee escaped. I didn’t tell anyone. The teacher asked why the floor was wet and I denied it. (my classic move =deny and lie.)

That day my sister picked me up from my class and took me to meet the carpool who drove us home. I remember walking in the front door and feeling like it was odd that my mom was waiting by the door with her arms out and a smile. But, being four years old, I fell for it and gave her a big hug. She felt my bum and asked me why my pants were wet. #fail.

I don’t remember what happened next. It’s not like I got in big trouble or anything.

But that moment where the hug became not a hug stuck with me.

Lesson learned: A hug is a way to invade someone’s personal space and get something from them. There is always motivation behind a hug.



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