Chloe refused to cuddle with me last night. I was devastated (ok, not quite devastated, but sorely disappointed). She was annoyed because we told her she had to be in bed by 9:30. But she didn’t want to go to bed.
At 9:20 pm, Chloe and I went upstairs and I proposed that she come into my bed for ten minutes to cuddle. Her response was one of unadulterated disdain, accentuated by the fact that she was still angry. “Why would I want to cuddle with you? I’m too old to cuddle. Cuddling’s boring!” And she stomped off to her room.
I was dumbstruck. Granted, I’ve said many times that, unlike Sophie, Chloe was never the cuddly type. But to refuse such a sincere request from her cherished mother? I couldn’t believe it. I pouted for the rest of the evening.
I then started to wonder whether this was simply a manifestation of the beginning of the end of Chloe’s “kidness.” Or was it just a blip on the radar toward adolescence? Was she just pissed? Or has the end already arrived? Will Chloe ever cuddle with me again?
Good thing Sophie still likes to cuddle. I may have to cuddle her even more now, to compensate for my oldest daughter’s aversion to hugs.