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Ever had one of those days?

You know the ones.

The days where you just need one of those hugs?

You know the hugs I’m talking about.

The ones where someone just holds you so that you don’t feel like the end of something in your life is near. So you don’t actually have to cry those tears you’re clandestinely holding back. So you don’t have to remember your struggles for at least a moment.

The kind of hug that comes on those kinds of days that come after lots of other days when you’ve been big, and tough, and strong, and brave, and still been okay all by yourself.

The kind of hug that comes when you’ve stared at a wall, or a computer screen, or a phone screen for hours and you literally are out of ideas. Out of confidence. Out of courage.

The kind of hug that is backed without judgment. The kind of hug that needs no reciprocation. The kind of hug that lets you just be.

The kind of hug that says, “it’ll be okay.” The kind of hug that says, “you’ve got this.” The kind of hug that says, “there’s always an answer. Just be patient.”

The kind of hug that resets things today so that tomorrow you can be big, and tough, and strong, and brave again.

You know which kind of hug I’m talking about.

It’s the kind of hug that for some reason can’t come from a child. It has to come from a grown-up because a child can’t possibly know how to give that kind of hug.

It’s the kind of hug that even then only certain grown-ups can give. Squishy grandmas. Little sisters. Lovers, perhaps.

It’s the kind of hug that you can’t ask for, you just need and hope someone gives it to you, because to ask for it would take away its biggest purpose…

Its purpose of seeing you; its purpose of knowing you need it without you saying anything. It’s purpose of just happening in that moment when you’re ready to give up on something or someone and the right hug will make all the difference.

Have you ever had a day in which you needed one of those hugs?

I definitely did recently, on a day not too long ago.

And there was no one there.

So I did what I always do. And I ate something I really shouldn’t eat. And I went shopping for something I really didn’t need. And I pretended like I’m too strong to ever need those kinds of hugs in the first place.

Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing

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Dan Pearce is an American born writer, photographer, and artist. His books include "The All-Important, Well-Fed, Giant White Man" and "The Real Dad Rules." He is best known for his blog (and supporting Facebook page) "Single Dad Laughing," with 2 million followers as of 2018.