Hug It Out

Am not the nicest mother- it has to be said. More like the willling bad-cop who thinks that telling it like it is never hurt anyone. I wonder where I get it from (looks askance at my parents’ room) but it is what is is.

My parents continue to be the extremely loving and demonstrative individuals who taught me how to hug, kiss, cuddle, snuggle and get all cutesy with them even in my 40th decade. So it’s no surprise that my offspring got the huggy-gene from them. He loves his hugs and cuddles but find it tough to always be mindful of personal space because he’s so eager to just show and share the love.

He even came to give me a hug before going to bed just a few minutes ago and wouldn’t you know it, Big Brother a.k.a Google showed this collage just a few seconds later-

So while am officially quasi-creeped out at the thought that someone is listening into my private conversations, am also smiling at the sight of this one constant in my life- my son and his hugs.