Well, howdy! I’m supposed to be writing about loving my kids better and I’ve run into a bit of a stumbling block:
I think I am really, really lousy at this stuff. I mean, like a lot. I mean, there are probably people worse at this stuff than me, but they may or may not be named Mommy Dearest. Or something. Ok, maaaybe I’m exaggerating, but not a whole lot and I have hemmed and hawed about how to write this post without coming off like a terrible person.
I should start by saying that I am NOT a touch-feely person. Not at all. I got the second book about Love, The Five Love Languages for Children, and frankly, I started to feel kind of uncomfortable just reading it. The first love language is touch and I am SO not touchy. I’m just not. And they put the word “loving” in front of the word touch throughout the Chapter and suddenly I felt creepy just reading it.
Yes, clearly I have issues. Also: probably need to work on the loving touch. (side note:eeeeee. Doesn’t that just sound like something a pervert would write?)
As for myself, I think that I tend to express my love in Acts of Service because that’s what I do: I cook for you, do therapy on you, research to find the best [insert here]. This is how I show you that I love you. I’m OK with quality time and words of affirmation. Except the Quality Time section did have a whole bit about Loving Eye Contact, and that made me a bit squeamish too. I had no idea I was this weird until I read this book, and frankly, it’s a little upsetting. Not that I was laboring under the impression that I was totally normal, but I seem a little more wigged by this stuff than I think I should be. Please don’t suggest I need therapy–that’s why I have a blog.
But yeah, I need to work on the loving touch. Ugh. I don’t even like typing it. I know August is a lovey-dovey kid because he is always hugging and touching, so he definitely needs me to be better at this. I CAN be better at this, dangit! Just gotta work on it. Sadly I think that if I Google for more info, I might end up on an Internet watch list, so I’ll just have to do the best I can without the help of the Teh Interwebs. Or that creepy book. Just kidding–I’ve already read that chapter.
Kids: Pushing my limits since 2007.