I hug my kids. Every chance I get. I grew up in a family that didn’t hug. My wife and I were much more affectionate with our kids than either of our parents. I think my kids' friends felt it too. Ours was the house they gathered at because there was a relaxed ease that stood in sharp contrast to the strict parent-child relationship most of them lived under. We weren’t “friends” to our kids but we didn’t lord over them from a position of authority either. We were leaders, showing them the way to adulthood. As a result, my kids are pretty decent at adulting even if they’re sometimes a little more independent than I would like them to be.

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