Sometimes I see families at church that are very cuddly with each other. They’re all sitting on the pew with their arms around each other. This is not us. This is not how we are. I view them like I do people who have clean laundry rooms: with admiration, bafflement and a smidge of suspicion.
Even as very little children, none of mine loved to kiss or hug their siblings. I am pretty affectionate with my very young children but not so snuggly once they hit about age 5. Mister, God love him, is always kissing or hugging somebody around our house. He’s very touchy.
OK, now that I think about it Arabella really, really likes to touch people. Especially me. Which drives me batty. I’m pretty sure that girl would be surgically attached to me if she could. Or climb back into my womb. I’m thanking my lucky stars that’s not possible. But I make myself cuddle her because I’m a good mom and I know that’s her Love Language blah, blah, blah. But she is surrounded on all sides by siblings who would rather not be touched. Not in an autistic way, just in a “stop annoying me” way.
Also, none of my children have ever liked baby dolls. Is this a symptom of the same thing? That my kids have no desire to comfort and help those who need it? Oh my gosh, what if I’m raising a houseful of psychopaths???
My boys don’t even wrestle with each other! Isn’t that something they’re supposed to do? Doesn’t wrestling mean something? Or that just considered fighting and it’s bad?
My children will, however, all shoot each other with various nerf, airsoft and dart guns.
Which is almost the same as putting your arm around your sister in church.
Phew, I was worried for a minute there.