On Hugs and Handshakes.
Hugging is not something generally associated with men raised in the west of Scotland. Certainly, I could count the times I have given a big hug to my brother or my Dad on the fingers of one hand. Upon greeting one another, we give firm handshakes, no more, no less.
Hugging has become quite a normal event for me now. It is something I have gleaned from my involvement with the anti-nuclear and anti-war movement. After an action, a demo, or even a meeting, we are all hugging one another! At first, the roughy-toughy Scotsman in me found this a little disconcerting, but gradually it has become sorta second nature to me now. I’ll hug anyone these days! Hugging is a great way to offer respect, affection, luck, solidarity, love, or condolences. It is also far less formal than a stiff handshake, and carries no connotations of belonging to a secret society!
And with this in mind, I am going to go out of my way to hug my Dad tomorrow, Father’s Day. He’ll likely think something is wrong, or I’m after something, or I’ve turned into a “poofter”, but I’m going to do it anyway. Despite our differences, it will be my way of saying “You are my Dad, and I love you”. Fact is, the Scotsman in me will never allow me to say that out loud!
So, this Father’s Day, say I love you Dad with a great big bear hug. If nothing else, it’ll freak yer old man right out!