A wise mom of grown children told me once, "Never stop hugging your kids. Even if they don't like it, keep hugging them. Because if you stop, they might decide they do want to be hugged by you and how would you know?"
So, I make it a point to hug my boys, all three of them, big, medium and small.
Little Dude runs and jumps into my arms and squeezes.
BuhBuh lets me hug and kiss him. But most times his arms dangle at his side. Unless it's bedtime then he wants a big hug. I think it's a stall tactic, but I don't care. If he has a bad dream he still insists on a "good night" kiss to make it all better.
The Boy curls up into a fetal position and squirms. But I hug him anyway. It doesn't really hurt my feelings that he doesn't hug back. Because my job is to let him know that I love HIM
This weekend The Boy and I were at a youth retreat and at the end everyone runs around hugging all of their friends new and old.
As I was trying to round up my group I was standing there face to face with The Boy; looking up to him. He leaned in and let me hug him. We were in the middle of a group of people and he didn't care. We stood there longer than any other hug we have had recently. This time it wasn't one sided either.