My kids donâ€™t cuddle me as much as they use to anymore. I miss the cuddling. Itâ€™s been replaced with sitting so very close and tucking their hands or feet under my body.
Otherwise known as mother tucking.
It translates to â€śI want my own personal space so Iâ€™m not interested in your lap right now. However I want you to know Iâ€™m still here.â€ť I did it with my parents and both my kids do it with me.
Itâ€™s a term or action of endearment. I need your warmth and touch. I love you. I need to feel you near me just not in a cuddly kinda way.
Or, more realistic, â€śMom, my feet are really cold.â€ť
No one in my house likes socks. There are only bare â€śfeetsâ€ť around here and our house is wall to wall hardwood and tile. My hubs and I wear slippers like little housemaids but my kids, not so much. I could duct tape socks to my kidâ€™s feet and they would bite through that tape like a prisoner getting chance to escape hell. Socks arenâ€™t gonna happen unless shoes and a trip outside is involved.
Therefore, my children have feet that range between 30 and below 0 degrees Fahrenheit. Yet they are never sick. Go figure. Cold feet, warm heartsâ€“and immune systems.
Those moments when something in their head goes Hmmmâ€¦ I think my feet are a touch chilly. I could go get my blanket but why when Momâ€™s heat radiating butt is right THERE.
I jump up a lot â€¦..as if I just went polar swimming.
My darling kids come first. As long as Iâ€™m not holding hot coffee.
My kids, those mother tuckers.
Kristi Gilbert also known as The Robot Mommy started blogging after successfully getting her son to eat by talking like a robot. She then transformed into said robot and has been writing about her familyâ€™s adventures ever since. Inspired by her infant daughter, imaginative toddler son and supportive husband, she documents life as she knows it: chaotic, coffee soaked and filled with awesomeness.