Almost every night when I was a kid I would physically go to my father and say "Good night, Dad. I love You". He often spent evenings at the kitchen table thinking or planning and I would approach, kiss his cheek, feel his day long beard, say my words and then head off to my room. It was an obligatory ritual that I lived by and it provided a symbolic sign off for the day.
In my early 30s now out of the house for 10 years we had begun shifting out relationship to that of adults. At a cousin's wedding, in my joy of seeing him I hugged Dad and today remember feeling that I was the hugger and he was the huggee. Now most often hugs happen and with reciprocating action. That is, it is a mutual exchange of hugs. Today I see that neither of us had gone through hug training. So when I saw this instructional video on hugging I wanted to pass it on. Practice with a brother or friend.
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