“Don’t touch me.” It couldn’t be more clear that physical touch is not one of my teenage daughter’s love languages. I can count on one hand the number of times in the last month that I’ve been able to sneak in a hug, kiss or reassuring touch without the “don’t touch me” rebuke. When did this happen?! When did my first baby girl, who used to love to cuddle with me, get to the point where a hug from me is one of the least desirable things she could imagine?
I’m smart enough to avoid any display affection in front of her friends. Yet I hoped that at home I’d have a chance to recapture some of that childhood lovey-ness that I so foolishly squandered during the time it was given freely.
Maybe she’ll come back around…someday.
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