I’m not a huggy-lovey type person. Never have been. #2 IS a huggy-lovey type person. She is constantly hanging on me, encroaching on my personal space, puckering up those plump lips she inherited from her father, and coming at me. She’s forever wanting to make out with me. I’ve even called her on it. For most 11 year-olds this may deter them from trying again an hour later, but not #2. She will not be discouraged. She needs her lovin’ and makes no apologies for that.
This weekend I instilled a 10 hug per week rule. I’m not even kidding. Every time she comes at me for a hug I shout out the next chronological number, thus verbally marking off another tick on the hug-ometer.
Does limiting my motherly love to a child during her most vulnerable development period make me a bad mom? I don’t think so. I say it teaches her a valuable lesson on pacing herself!
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