I wanna hold your hand

I have never really been a huggy, touchy, feely kind've gal. My mom used to make me give hugs and kisses to my family during get-togethers. Sometimes I would just hide until all the greetings were done and then I'd come out. I like my space. As I get older, I'm still that way, but not so much. I'm okay with friends and family, but when strangers aproach, my guard goes up and I want my space.

AB is like me. He is not a huggy, touchy, feely kind've guy. Every once in a while he will sit on your lap or give you a hug and kiss without you asking for it, and when he does, I take full advantage of it.

UB is totally opposite of AB and myself. I'm not sure he even gets it from Hubster. If you had a pouch like a kangaroo, that is where UB would be. He is my affectionate boy. He gives hugs and kisses for no reason. He wants a hug and a kiss when we drop him off somewhere. He is not afraid to say I Love You real loud. He even tells AB he loves him all the time.

He is also the one that wants to sit on your lap when you are outside in the 100 degree heat. He wants to hold your hand and give you hugs and kisses during this time as well. We are all sweaty and hot and sticky and he doesn't care, he just wants affection.

For the last 2 or 3 weeks, the boys have been having games at the same time on the same day. Since Hubster is AB's coach, they head off together and I stay with UB. When I drop UB off at the dugout, he says "hug and a kiss mom". He isn't embarressed. He smacks me a big one in front of all his friends.

Last night was one of those ball game nights. No one was watching AB at his game because Hubster is out of town. I stayed with UB and was the dugout mom because I'm a sucker. After UB's game, we were walking to the field where AB was playing. UB reaches up and holds my hand. That's another thing he does. He wants to hold your hand all the time.

As I looked down at him, I almost withdrew my hand. Not because I didn't want to hold his hand, but it was ninety something hot, I was sweaty, sticky, thirsty, hot and cranky. And his hands were sticky from the snow cone they gave him after the game.

But I didn't withdraw my hand. Because at that point I realized that he might not want to do that much longer. I know there will come a time when he won't want to hold my hand, or give me hugs and kisses anymore, but in the meantime, I'll take full advantage of his affection in public.