Mommy, Mommy, Mommy
Our son just came barreling into the room, screaming at the top of his lungs and doing some kind of dance that can only be described at a marionette on crack, singing, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, I Love You, Love You, Love You.” He gave her a quick violent hug, turned around and bolted back to the living room.
My first thought was, “Arrrrgh, what’s up with the noise!” Then I thought, “Ok. That was kinda cute.” Then I thought, “What is wrong with him?”
He has the capacity for an enormous amount of love and compassion, but it is always delivered with a super intense physical and audible barrage of emotion and energy. It can be frustrating and sweet at the same time.
Any advice for the soon-to-be insane? Your comments are appreciated.
- D
Posted by Dale |
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My daughter used to be like that too. It was sometimes hard to appreciate her affection because I was trying to maintain my balance and not fall over (literally). It took many, many, many times repeating various forms of… “I love it when you give me hugs but please hug me gently. It hurts when you do it so hard”. Maybe mom and dad roll playing would be another good way to show him. Nice hugs vs. not so nice. One day at a time…
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