Isabelle has never been a run-to-the-door-to-greet kind of girl. It used to bother me, but I’ve come to understand she isn’t into big hellos and good-byes.
This afternoon, I heard the pitter-patter of footsteps as my keys jingled in the doorknob.
“Daddy! Daddy’s home!” Ari cried out with delight.
“Not Daddy. It’s Mommy!” I said.
Ari rose up and down on his toes several times. (He can’t jump yet.) “Hi Mommy!” He threw himself towards my legs.
“Hi, little guy,” I replied kneeling beside him. “Can I have a hug or a kiss?”
I got both.
I walked in the house and looked around. Isabelle was there. She didn’t stop what she was doing to say hello and I know her well enough not to interrupt. I chatted with Ari as I put down my things. Then I asked him for another hug and he obliged.
Kids are different. Ari gives me grand greetings, while Isabelle gives me casual ones. I’d be lying if I said her aloofness didn’t sting, but not everyone responds the way you want them to in life.
I love these delicious hugs.