Alyssa is on a hug fest these days. She’s almost constantly asking for hugs.
I stop whatever I’m doing each time she asks for a hug and I hug her.
I told Tom this morning that he needs to do the same.
Yes, she asks for hugs at inopportune times but these hugs mean something. I think they’re her way to making sure she’s important enough to us that we’ll give them no matter what else is going on.
I get it. She’s at an age where she can feel herself pull away from us and that’s scary.
I took her to a Halloween party last weekend. She’s been to this friend’s house a few times, to other Halloween parties, in fact. When I took her when she was in second and third grades, I stayed at the party. We missed the last two years’ parties and so this year, when I called to RSVP, the friend’s mom let me know that I was welcome to stay if I wanted.
I laughed, thanks her and said, “I think Alyssa’s at an age where she actually wants me to leave.”
And she is.
Except when she isn’t.
She wants to be all independent and tough and awesome but in some ways she’s still my little girl, my child who still needs hugs from her parents.
I reminded Tom this morning that as her father, he needs to give Alyssa appropriate male affection because if he doesn’t, she could very well go looking for male affection and it probably won’t be appropriate.
He looked skeptical but then appeared to agree. We’ll see.
My girl is at a tough stage and it’s only going to get tougher but she’s smart, and she’s logical (when she’s not overly-emotional.) She’s also willing to talk to me when things are bothering her, a thing I do not take for granted. I know how lucky I am to be this girl’s mom. I just hope I don’t screw it up too much.