My kids tell me that they love me. And they give me hugs and kisses. Spontaneously! I don’t even have to ask.
You may say,”Yeah, so frickin’ what?”
The thing is, I have to constantly remind myself to show them affection. Not that I don’t love them. I DO, tremendously. But I did not grow up in a family that showed affection for each other. Even now, when I hug my mother it fees awkward, contrived.
So showing physical affection does not come easily for me. I have points in the day where I force myself stop and give hugs and kisses and I-love-you’s.
It is paying off, though. Hopefully my kids can find something else dysfunctional to grouse about later because by golly it won’t be this….