{"id":1654,"date":"2025-10-15T15:44:24","date_gmt":"2025-10-15T15:44:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/?p=1654"},"modified":"2025-10-15T15:44:24","modified_gmt":"2025-10-15T15:44:24","slug":"may-i-hug-your-boys-an-older-woman-approached-me-in-the-cereal-aisle-you-dont-know-what-id-give-to-hear-my-grandson-laugh-one-last-time-twin-m","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/?p=1654","title":{"rendered":"\u2018May I hug your boys?\u2019 An older woman approached me in the cereal aisle. \u2018You don\u2019t know what I\u2019d give to hear my grandson laugh one last time.\u2019: Twin mom touched by Walmart chance encounter"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cI took the twins to Walmart today for our weekly grocery shopping. An older woman approached me in the cereal aisle, and I instantly sighed in annoyance because I knew the typical \u2018twin questions\u2019 were about to start pouring out of her mouth. When I go out in public, I always plan for an additional 20 minutes just for answering questions about twins, and frankly, it\u2019s become tedious.<\/p>\n

She neared my cart and stopped. \u2018Here we go again,\u2019 I thought. She asked all the typical things, told me how sweet they were, and continued to babble on with the boys. I was antsy, and just ready to go. I turned to look down the aisle, hoping she would take the hint I was ready to leave, and as I did she put her hand on top of mine that was resting on the cart. \u2018I know you probably hate this and I\u2019m sorry to take up so much of your time. You see, I lost my only grandchild last year, and about the only time I see kids his age is when I do my grocery shopping,\u2019 she said.<\/p>\n

Suddenly, time didn\u2019t matter. \u2018Well, we are about to go look at the fish, you wanna follow us over there and watch them play for a bit?\u2019 Her eyes lit up. \u2018I would love that.\u2019 We went over and I got the boys out. She spent about 15 minutes watching them bounce around and scream out \u2018FISHY FISHY FISHY\u2019 when finally she looked over to me and said, \u2018You don\u2019t know what I would give to be able to hear my grandson laugh one last time.\u2019 I couldn\u2019t find any words, so I stood in silence, grieving for her.<\/p>\n

\u2018May I hug your boys?\u2019 I nodded. \u2018Thank you so much for giving me your time, I know your hands are full,\u2019 she said. \u2018No really, it was my pleasure.\u2019 She bent down to hug Darrio, my not as friendly twin, and he reached his arms out and said, \u2018LUH YOU!!\u2019 She hugged Dheigo and then hugged me, and said, \u2018I love all 3 of you, too\u2019 and headed toward the check out.<\/p>\n

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Do you know what my point is? My point is how quickly my attitude changed once I connected with her as another human being with feelings.<\/p>\n

The woman taking too long in the drop off line in the morning? What if her child has to go to his dad\u2019s for the weekend and she won\u2019t get another hug for 3 long days?<\/p>\n

The man driving slow when you\u2019re in a rush to work? What if he\u2019s going slow because he knows he is going to be laid off and is worried about his future?<\/p>\n

The annoying little kid down the road who always bangs on your door? What if he doesn\u2019t get attention at home and just wants a friend?<\/p>\n

It made me wonder; how much nicer would we all be if we knew one another\u2019s struggles?<\/p>\n

Raise good humans.\u201d<\/p>\n

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