The Power of Hug

My kids and I have a love and hate relationship and happens every single day. Our day starts fine until they both find a single toy hidden under their pillows and suddenly would trigger the alarm. Then there goes the early morning fight and toddler argument. Sometimes when they fight I would normally ignore them because they have a way on how to make amends. But they have fights, which makes me furious which involves physical fight.

When I get mad, I make it a point that I explain it to them. Well of course it includes their feign cry and drama. I don’t understand why they are very good at it. After the mini chaos I make sure that there will be hugs and kisses.

One time while I was busy setting up the table for dinner, I noticed that there was unusual silence from the kids’ room, which was already going on for 15 minutes. You probably know what happens behind that silence right?

When I opened their door, I saw A on top of the table dismantling their entertainment system. She already removed the cables attached to the TV, speakers and player. Prior to that, I already warned her not to touch anything as it may cause accident, but none of which was effective. Then, it happened again. She was really testing my patience.

I was mad. She felt that I was mad and her face was sorry and kept looking away. I was telling her not to do it again because it was dangerous to touch those cables. She kept looking at the door of the CR thinking that J would go out and rescue her. But no J went outside.


Then suddenly she hugged me tightly while I was waiting for her to look at my face. She just hugged me for a minute and held my face with her tiny palm and uttered some gibberish words and her facial expression was as if trying to convince me on something I could hardly understand. All I could answer her was, “it’s okay now baby and I love you.”

My kids know now when I am mad. They also know how to make it vanish in an instant because a simple hug for me would make it go away. More often my little boy would tell me, “no get mad mama, hug onwi.”

But hey, there’s a bonus part, when D knows that her sister did something wrong, he would immediately tell me, “no get Mama A, Dodo loves her.” Now how can I still be mad?



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