Hug me, Grandma!

Grandma Hug

Reading one article on Mashable today set me thinking. It was about kids hugging adults, in this case, a great grandma. The author was ok with her kid not hugging the 90-year-old great grandma because “she looks like a witch”. Aren’t all grandmas and great grand moms an epitome of love and affection, and also delicacies-cooking experts?! But, this article left me pondering on relationships in general and future human relationships in particular.

In a world, where everyone is hugging everyone in public, and kissing as a gesture of warmth, it doesn’t make sense to me when I read something like this. When you can hug an acquaintance or a friend, why can’t you hug your relative? It is very wrong on the part of the parents to say that even a kid has to have a say in hugging someone. ‘Someone’ sure! But your kith and kin shouldn’t count into a ‘someone’ list.

Back in India too, until some years back, we didn’t have any hugging or ‘fake kissing’ in the southern part of the country. Touch was not a common thing in our community. Yes, grandparents were always exceptional. Grandkids would sit on their lap and listen to stories or talk to them about their school. But then, now a days, since the awareness of child abuse, that has stopped too, in most houses.

In Northern India, hugging is a very common thing, and everybody hugs everybody as a welcome gesture. It is possible that this culture came from the Muslim rulers in that part of the country. In Islam, hugging is a warm way of showing love. But, for me, a girl from south India, hugging and touching seems very artificial between friends and acquaintances.

But, I have never had a problem if I’m blood-related to that person. In fact, I loved to hug and plant a kiss on my grandma’s cheek even when I was a teenager. I loved her smell, and loved the love and affection I felt when I hugged her. Her soft but wrinkled skin was very dear to me, as I knew that this is what would happen when one ages. I should give the credit to my parents for inculcating this sense of ‘belonging’ that we have in our house. And hence, my brothers and I have always been able to connect to relatives and show our care and concern for them.

This care and concern is seen very rarely here in the US. I sometimes see the grandparents come to their grandkids’ music concerts in school, but it seems like an obligation to me. They come separately, sit together and watch and leave separately. They usually shake hands and rarely hug, and both the gestures seem artificial to me. Maybe, it’s just me, but I feel that there is not much bonding between them. I know it is a culture thing, but then, relationships should be natural not culture bound, right?!

Initially, I was scared when I came into this country, that my kids would lose their ‘Indianness’, but no. My kids mingle well with my parents and my husband’s parents, as I did in my childhood with my grandparents. They have a lot of love and affection toward them and show it physically too. Especially, in my house, when my mom hugs them affectionately and my dad pats them on the back, my kids respond very positively.

When I was a kid, we would go to my Grandparent’s house every summer as we lived in a different state, due to my dad’s job. In the summer, from a cool place, we would go to a hot and humid place, and stay for a month or two, just so we enjoyed the company of my grandparents. We never ever felt the pain as it was so much fun living with them and getting pampered and loved unconditionally.

Now, my kids are going through the same separation pangs as we did. My parents and my husband’s parents live in India, and my kids miss them a lot. Every time we go to India , the kids enjoy their grandparents’ company a lot. Occasionally when the grandparents come over to the USA to visit us for six months, my kids love to show them off to their friends. The love that the grandparents bestow on them is forever priceless.

I think it all boils down to the way the kids are brought up by their parents. Every day, I hug and kiss my kids goodnight, and I feel so nice about it. I feel that if we teach them and show them love, they in turn will do the same in their future. Be aloof or just do a thing for them as a duty, then that is what they would learn too. I would sure love to be hugged and loved by my future grandkids as my kids do to their grandparents and as I did to mine!



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Divine says:

Hugging shows love and acceptance. Towards grannies is a different case. But, no matter how one looks at that, they deserve that. That’s a brilliant insight. I love this post. For my kids

Dan says:

It is true that kids attitude towards hugging depends so much on the mode of nurturing. With the high rate of advancement and increased population of youth, I’m afraid that we may get to lose this important show of love. The USA stands a typical example as explained in the post.

Miguel Hood says:

Well….I never got to be with my grandparents so felt awkward hugging grannies. Sorry about that. At least the post has made me realize that my skins are going to grow weak someday and I would need love in turn. I really have to change my perception, now. Thanks for the wonderful piece!

Here from the Blogging Boost and I must say- EXACTAMUNDO!! In the Cuban culture we hug and cheek kiss everybody, and NOT kiss an abuelo?? It’s unquestionable. BB’s very happy that your children love and appreciate their grandparents AS IT SHOULD BE. And as a grandma of 6 I’m hoping it will always be. BB2U

Very insightful post. My little ones are big huggers and adore their grandmother and great grandparents. I’m thankful that we don’t have to force hugs (yet) but I’ll be curious to see how things shake out as they get older.

I think part of the issue of parents not wanting to force children to hug relatives is the idea that some child abuse experts say this can actually make a child more vulnerable to sexual abuse. Not that someone in their family would abuse them… but children can be very literal. So let’s say you tell them, “You must hug and kiss Great-Aunt Lulu because she is your family, even if she does have really wet lips and leaves a lipstick print on your face.” Then if some other family member, family friend, or other person of authority comes along and wants to touch the child in more sinister ways, the child may think, “I have to do this because he is a family member/a family friend/a community leader.” It is sad that society has come to that! But there is some truth in it.

Ah about the hug…so true…I am not used to greeting anyone bu hugs when they are not close to me.. but it’s like become the latest trend in the fake new world..And to go with the flow..I have had to hug many friendly ppl.. but then…With our own parents and grand parents.. its a totally different thing…I used to love playing with my grandmothers loose skin while sitting in her lap…my son having to grow up here away from home. I try my best to teach him Indian values…I talk to him in Mother Tongue. .I make sure to Skype with both side grandparents everyday..and we go for vacations to see our parents very often and I am happy to see my son being all pampered and loved when with them…

Sumi Ravi says:

Nice one Anita…A true love of Grand Parents is like a sunsine for the growing plant..a breeze from the plant is needed to show the appreciation..I remember the softness and the silky hair of my Mother’s mom. Specially the Mother’s side is so special…their love and care is evergreen. 🙂

Deepika says:

Hi Anita, I beg to differ about the part where you said you saw the care and concern in India and not in the US. I do not deny the fact that we had an exceptional relationship with our grandparents and still do, but the current generation of nuclear families do not have the same relationships, nor care and concern. Also, currently living in TX, I see a lot more of the care and concern we used to see in India. The family is always around to take care of the kids and spend time over the weekends. Last week I met a grandaunt who was taking care of her niece’s kids because her niece was traveling and the grandparents were busy.
I totally agree with you on the point that ” it boils down to how the kids are brought up”. Kids are like sponges and what they see and learn is what they become.

Lauren says:

In Belize, where I was raised there was a large Hindi population. It seemed to me that they showed love to young children by placing their hands on the top of the heads, it was to pour blessings on them. I hug my children tightly though, with lots of kisses.

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