My oldest daughter never liked being held. No, I never rocked her to sleep. She screamed non-stop in the Baby Bjorn. I thought it was my fault. Then I had a second daughter, who was completely the opposite.
Personal space. It’s been a big issue for my child ever since Day 1. And it’s hard for me because I want to hug and kiss her all the time. And she hates it! A hug from her is floppy armed, eyes down, “mom” groaning production. Me forcing her. So much fun.
“Mom, I hated it when the kids tickled me on the bus,” she told me yesterday. Then, “I had so much fun playing with my friends today.” I think that captures her perfectly. She’s perfectly social, but just doesn’t like to be close. I have to remember it, keep telling myself that she loves me. It’s not the demonstrative love. Personal space. Don’t touch. I’m trying, kiddo.
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