This morning, as I am busily tidying and preparing breakfast and trying to concentrate on planning for the day ahead, my little boy comes up to me.
"I need a hug, Mama."
I quickly lean down and give a half-hearted one-armed side hug, and hurry on my way.
He leans back, and with all the indignation his two-year-old voice can muster, he exclaims, "BOTH hands, Mama, BOTH hands!"
Am I truly so busy that I don't have three seconds to devote to hugging my boy with both of my arms?
If you'll excuse me...I'm going to start living with BOTH hands today.