I've mentioned before that my kids have different and distinct love languages. Despite my intentions to read the book "5 Love Languages" I have not. I do know the basic premise of the book (thanks to my mother) and can identify the tendencies in both Adam and I and our kids. Paige made it clear early on that she was a quality time kid. Sometime last year, we realized that Brooklyn's dependence on us is rooted in a need for service. We speak to her through our acts of service. Last week, it dawned on me that Emerson is a physical touch kid. Go figure. Like father like son.
Every night, Emerson insists that I lay with him in bed while we read. If I hurry bedtime, he cries for me to "hold him". In the grocery store, he insists that I carry him while I push the cart (Which is nearly impossible when the cart is full and the aisles are crowded.) This has lead to many a screaming fit. He doesn't handle it well either. The more I think, the more obvious it becomes that this kid thrives on physical touch.
The problem: his mama is NOT a touch kind of girl. I admit this to you at the risk of sounding cold, harsh, and rigid because it's the truth. Oh, I love to squeeze my babies. I love to kiss them over and over until they fall to the ground giggling. I love to cuddle them while we read a book or stroke their hair while talking about their day, but then I'm done. I didn't carry my babies in slings against me, I put them in their seats. I didn't hold my babies while they slept, I put them in their beds. I love my kids, but I need my space.
Emerson does not feel the same. There is never enough "holding" for him. He wants me to be at his side all day long. He follows me around the house crying for me to hold him more. His love tank is going to be a hard one for me to fill. I don't know if my little three year old boy will always need his mama's touch as much as he does today, but I do know that I wouldn't want anyone else filling him up. These are LONG Chronos days, but I'm trusting that there will be Kairos moments that make it all worth the while.