At the age of 21 months, the Peanut has me completely wrapped around her little finger. Whenever we're together, we spend most of our time being absolutely silly and laughing our heads off. We're just two goofy kids having the time of our lives. In fact, if you ever saw us together, you might actually overdose on all the cuteness. Seriously, it's fucking nauseating.
But despite our closeness, there's one thing that's always perturbed me about my relationship with the Peanut. It's something that's been evident since she was born and, thus far, shows no signs of abating. It's not a huge deal but, in a way, it sometimes makes me feel as if there's a large part of parenting that I'm completely missing out on. I'm reluctant to make a big deal about it but the fact of the matter is...
The Peanut is NOT a hugger.
Don't get me wrong. Whenever she sees other kids, she always runs to hug and kiss them. Whenever she comes home at the end of the day, she immediately throws her little arms open to warmly embrace our dog. And when it's time to go to bed, she always gives me and the BossLady a quick good night hug. But it's more like one of those quick man-hugs that you give when you run into one of your boys at a club. For the most part, she never really wants to hug us. She's either too busy or she's just too independent.
The ONLY times that she ever gives us one of those huge neck-grabbing bear hugs is when she's absolutey scared out of her Huggies. Unfortunately, the kid is pretty much fearless and doesn't scare easily. In fact, thus far, there are only two things that scare her enough for her to hug us...the ocean and the sound of the vacuum cleaner. For some reason, those things scare the crap out of her.
In the grand scheme of things, I know that we have a great relationship with the Peanut. I don't ever doubt her love for us and I know that her lack of hugging is due mostly to her fierce sense of independence. But we're her parents. We love her. We adore her. We'd die for her. Once in awhile, it would be nice if she would just run up to us and give us a big hug. You know. Just to let us know that she cares.
Anyway, what I really want to know is whether you guys think it's bad that, every once in awhile, we not only turn the Dyson vacuum cleaner on full-blast for no apparent reason but also we try to take the Peanut to the beach as frequently as possible?
We're going to Hell, aren't we? Shit, I knew it!