This morning the kid had cough and cold and so he skipped the school. As he woke up after a deep, unperforated sleep of ten hours, I asked him to brush his teeth. Reluctant he goes there in the kitchen and I resumed reading my book. 15 minutes had passed and he did not come back to the bedroom.

I went to the kitchen only to find him standing with the spiderman toothbrush in his hand. I chided him ‘Why haven’t you finished brushing?’. He squinted his eyes, flashed a contagious smile to die for and said ‘Mumma please brush my teeth.’

His innocence melted my anger and I picked him up in my arms and said ‘You are becoming a mommy’s boy. But do you know your mommy is never going to become that witchcraft mother-in-law. So your girlfriend is safe that way.’ I smirked and continued –

‘Remember! Your mother fell for more than one men and it is absolutely ok. She has no guilt about it because every damn time, she was in love. And you have to give freedom to people to love. Do not put a ball park number on it. Love cannot be and should not be confined.’

I wrap my arms around him and bear hug my son more than 50 times a day. This squishy ritual has continued since the time he was born. We snuggle and cuddle every-time we go to bed or sit on a couch. He has become a big grandma hugger now. He hugs his friends, our maid, his teacher, my partner on his own. It is important to love your boys as much as including the physical love (kiss, hug) even if they have grown. Boys who are hugged more often grow up to become loving men who understand and value these little moments of intimacies.

For me a hug signifies ‘I will hold your pieces together so you don’t have to worry about falling apart. Take a rest in my arms for a moment and remember that you are loved.’ – Michael Brent Jones