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The Power Of A Hug

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It was the second time in less than a week we were meeting regarding the misbehavior of his son. His son was a good kid who recently had made some poor choices. So his dad and I met. And we talked. Man to man. Our first meeting went well. His son was honest and the conversation went as it should. We met for about fifteen minutes and we ended the meeting on the same page.

Our second meeting was much longer. Not because there was any tension and not because there was any disagreement. But because we had the time and the space and the opportunity to talk. As we met in my office, the father sat in one chair. I sat in another and his son sat on the sofa. I’m not even sure if his feet touched the ground. He is only seven years old.

In my position as assistant principal I have many meetings, with many parents. But few, if any, have gone like this one. I wasn’t keeping track, but I’d estimate that we met for about an hour. The fact that I had this kind of time to meet with a parent was rare. But it was a gift.

This father said all the right things. He spoke and conducted himself in a manner in which I hope I do one day if I ever have to have this type of conversation. Never once did he raise his voice. Never once did he look to lay blame. And never once did he say or do anything that appeared to be out of line.

So why did something feel wrong? The father had said and done all the right things. The teacher, who I had called in to give a brief account, conducted herself perfectly. The other adult in the room listened and participated with respect and dignity. And the young boy was polite and devoted his full attention to the speaker at all times.

And then it hit me.

The young boy was alone. Sitting on the sofa, with his feet dangling and his heart pounding. I could see that he was on the verge of tears. Yes, he had misbehaved. And yes he was in some trouble. But he didn’t need to be alone.

I had to do something.

So I told him to stand up. Then I told him to go over and give his father a hug. And he melted into his father’s arms. He laid on his father’s chest and fit just like he must have the day he was born. That was where he stayed for the remainder of our meeting. A father and his son formed one heartbeat.

Our meeting lasted so long it caused the boy to miss his lunch time. I asked the dad if he would be able to stay and eat lunch with his son. I didn’t want the little boy to have to eat all by himself. The father said he had nothing but time and that he would definitely sit with his son while he ate.

We shook hands and hugged as we parted. The father and son went to the cafeteria to get lunch. I sat down at my desk and got back to work. About a half hour later, while I was on the phone, the father quietly opened my office door and waved bye.

Who does that?

Parents don’t usually come back to my office to say goodbye before they leave.

But this one did.

It was then and there that I knew that everything was going to be just fine. His kid may misbehave again or he may not. But either way, he would have his dad by his side. To guide him. To support him. To hug him.  That is enough. In fact, that is more than enough. That is everything.

Sometimes when I get caught up in my work I tend to temporarily forget what matters most. The power of human connection. More specifically, the power of hugs.

We have our checklists and we have our observations.

We have our data collection and we have our analyses.

We have our master plans and we have our mission statements.

But we mustn’t ever forget that as powerful as these tools are, they pale in comparison to the power of human connection.

I saw this firsthand the day I finally allowed a small child the opportunity to do what he’d been wanting to do for so long.

Simply stand up and give his father a hug.


During the times you feel most alone, I want you to remember this: I held you & loved you from the moment you came into this world & that's how it's been for me & if you forget, I am here to remind you as many times as you need.

Brian Andreas

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Jon is currently the assistant principal in Dorchester County, Maryland. This is his seventh year serving as an assistant principal at the elementary level. Prior to becoming an administrator he served as a Math Coach and an elementary school teacher. During his ten years as a classroom teacher he taught first, second, fourth and fifth grades. During his sixth year teaching he earned Nationally Board Certification, which he held for ten years. For seven years he ran a Young Gentleman's Club that was aimed at helping young men reach their full potential.  

Jon received a B.A. from Furman University while majoring in Philosophy. He later went on to earn his B.S from Salisbury University while majoring in Elementary Education. Jon was fortunate enough to have the opportunity to student teach in New Zealand. He eventually received his M.A. degree from Salisbury University in Public School Administration.

Jon lives in Cambridge, Maryland with his amazing wife and two awesome children.

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