Hugs

 When I was younger, I always felt a tad jealous of siblings or friends who were able to hug their parents freely and at any time.

Frankly, it's mainly because I grew up away from my bio mom. Of course, my stepmom was kind and nurturing, but you don't really get the same kind of loving from a mom who birthed you. You don't get the random snuggles and kisses.

But, sure, I get hugs from dad, with the occasional bedtime stories and stuff, but he works so much, we hardly have quality time together. And when my boobies started to grow at the tender age of 10, I got shy and insecure, so I couldn't really confide in him, let alone hug.

When I got married, I realised I really yearn for deep hugs. The snuggles, the deep breath-in embrace, the under-his-neck hug. Huh, no wonder I cannot sleep without a bolster la kan?

Now, as a mother, I hug my kids more than they ask for. I urge their dad to get used to it too, because I know there will come a time when they'll be too shy to hug their mother, because...yeah. But their dad can hug them more, and I hope they maintain that forever.