Wednesday, March 11, 2009
When the twins were littler, they loved this book called "Hug" by Jez Alborough. We still have it but it is about to disintegrate. The funny thing is, they didn't like to hug much. Especially Thing 2. When I would carry him from one place to another, he would pat my back, but he preferred to sit in my lap rather than hug me head-on. Most kids, when they get hurt want their moms to hold them and kiss them. Not this kid. When he would get hurt, he would go hide, and I wouldn't even know unless "someone" snitched on him that he was hurt. Used to freak me out that he would get hurt bad and I would never know in time. Even if he was crying, he wouldn't let me near him with a ten foot pole. It was very difficult to ascertain if he needed any medical assistance from that distance, but we did the best we could. Gradually we'd work our way in close enough to help if he needed something. Otherwise, it was best to just leave him alone. As he's gotten older, little by little he's warmed up to us more and even gives hugs now. About a week ago I realized he had finally arrived at a new milestone. Gigio knocked him over in the kitchen and he hit his head and arm. He cried hard and I went in to see what was going on. After I got the story and hung big bro out to dry I went to see if I could calm down little bro. He got up off the floor and still crying threw himself into my arms and hugged me and hung on as if I were a life preserver and cried for a while. I hugged him back and tried not to cry myself. That was one of the best hugs I ever got.