Over the last week, I've had various interactions that have made me think about cross-cultural greetings. Some stand to shake hands, others wave a casual hello. Or maybe a hug, or two-hand handshake, or even a hug with a face-to-face hug and a kiss of the air.
Each greeting has its place, its origin, and its meaning.
Favorite on my list is...
The greeting: the hug.
The culture: spirited children unhindered.
The setting: just about anywhere.
The timing: it happens so fast, you don't know what hit you. Out of no-where, there are these precious little arms wrapped around. No words, just a hug that never lets go. Eventually maybe there is a word or two, or a hello Miss Tonya, but that is about if for them; no words are needed.
In today's interaction with these little friends, it struck me that even a few years ago it was more of a knee hug, but now they are more about waist high. Funny how they must be growing so.
My hope for them as they continue to grow is that they keep this unhindered spirit.
Sure, they will mature in other ways.
But the simplicity and child-likeness is truly something to embrace;
May we all learn from their wisdom and know when to never let go.
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