Three wordsWednesday, August 08, 2012
In my family, we don't tell say "I love you" unless it's a momentous occasion: someone has died, someone's just been born, or there's some sort of grave emergency. It's not that I don't think my parents love me, and I'm sure they know I love them. It's just not something we say. We're like that with hugging, too. Hugs are for funerals and weddings and the day you drop your kid off at college. There's an awkwardness there - it just feels unnatural. It's not right or wrong, it's just how we do things.
I can't remember when we stopped, or why. I know when I was little, I gave my parents a hug and a kiss before bed every night, and then I just stopped doing it at some point, and that was it.
I give Eli dozens of hugs and kisses every day and tell him I love him all the time. He'll hug me back, but his kisses are questionable. It's more like biting my cheek or chin and then cackling like a fiend. I tell Peter I love him all the time as well.
What harm can it do, telling the people you love how you feel, and telling them often?
Even when Eli gets big and embarrassed by his lame mom and doesn't want to be hugged anymore, too bad. I am going to tell him I love him every single day.