This is a guest post from Linda at Got Your Hands Full www.gotyourhandsfull.com Linda started blogging in 2006 to provide information for families with twins, triplets or more but these days she’s just as likely to be detailing how much her kids swear. (And it’s not always pretty.)
ONE of my favourite things to do on my blog is ask questions – either to satisfy my own curiosity (I’m a nosey old so and so) or to see how much my own experience – often as a parent – is similar to other people’s.
I was planning to raise one such matter this week so here I am doing it over at Mummylimited instead – thank you very much for the hospitality – and thank you to Erica (www.littlemummy.com) for coming up with the intriguing idea. Beats videoing yourself doing the hoovering.
My question is: How often do you say “I love you”?
Do you know what I think I must say it so often, it could be one of my most commonly uttered phrases. I don’t think there’s a day goes by that I don’t say it.
I suppose the time to worry would be if I was saying it to the postman or the nice lady who hands me a Crème egg or six of an evening in the Co-op.
But I do sometimes find myself wondering if I say it too much.
Is such a thing possible?
When I tell one of my daughters I love her, she always replies with “Love you more,” while her sister smiles and simply repeats my words back. When I tell my partner I love him, he also says it straight back, like a patient who jerks their knee when clobbered with a small mallet. And of course I love it when he says it first.
Yet I wonder should I ration such expressions of affection?
Am I lessening their importance or setting my girls up for heartbreak in later life somehow by conditioning them to expect constant reassurance?
What a weird thing to worry about!
I also tell my friends I love them and there’s even a blogger I said this to today – by email you understand. But she said it first. So there. I’m not a complete sap.
Come on then, how about you – where are you on the tell-someone-you-love-them-ometer? Are you a shout it from the rooftops or grudgingly whisper it when pushed type of admirer/proud parent?
Seriously, I’d love to know.