Cuddling: The magic touch to a happy childhood

I am not sure if I received loads of cuddles as a little child. I remember many pats on the back when I did something good. I remember my father carrying me on his shoulder when I was about 4, I also remember odd cuddles when I was sick, I was a sickly child and I often had my mom sitting beside me crying and praying for me to get well.

My mother was a great mother. She loved me and my siblings dearly, but, cuddling and kisses were not part of the ways my parents expressed their love. I had pet names given to me by both of my parents, but, I did not receive many cuddles nor kisses.

I am sure I must have received all the cuddles I needed for my entire life (from my parents) when I was an infant. When I had no retentive memory. When I was just growing my senses, probably when I was learning to walk or just before I started walking or talking. I have seen pictures of me as a baby being held in my mother’s arm, so I must have received loads of cuddles.

I grew up having so much respect for my parents, but, I wouldn’t just walk up to any of my parents and gave them cuddles, that was not part of my upbringing. I did not remember being hugged by my mother as a teenager either.However, I was well loved, but, not cuddled much.

As I venture further into the world of parenting , I  learnt that cuddling is part of parenthood and it does not have to stop once your child becomes  independent. Children who receive continuous cuddling through their lives tend to benefit more than those who receive less cuddle.

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The Rivalry Between My sister and I.

My sister is two years older than me, but, our childhood was filled with rancour and full blown hatred. We were friends until I was 8.  Something must have happened along the line, she turned from a loving sister to a very ugly monster.

Respect in my family or should I say, in my culture, has always been overemphasized. Though my sister is just two years older, I was not allowed to “disrespect ” her in any way. I had to let her win at all time and it was okay for her to send me on errands without any complaint from me. She was cunning and very clever at been cunning.She was stronger than me and she knew how to place her argument.

By the time I was in my pre-teenage, the relationship between us had turned sour and we never saw eye to eye. Our teenage years were filled with flashes of lightning and thunderstorms. It was filled with pure hatred, an absolute menace. My sister was popular among her friends and I had a score of people who hated me. I also tried my best convincing my friends as well. Some of them knew she was evil and I tried to shut her out of my life. (more…)

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