In a magnaninous display of affection, Dane impulsively threw his arms around Deanna from behind her at lunch yesterday, knocking over her 16-oz. cup of strawberry milk with her medicine mixed in. It spilled all over the table, the bench, her, and the floor. Deanna attempted to grab the cup quickly before it all spilled, but Dane's arms were wrapped around her so tight, she couldn't move.
Dane looked crushed when he saw the mess, Deanna was angry, and I laughed. No use crying over spilt milk, right? Besides, Dane was trying to be loving - he just failed to approach it with finess. Deanna's going to have to learn that if you want attention from other people, you're not always able to direct it. Like husbands, people show affection when they feel the desire or need, not necessarily when you need it.
I think men have a manual, provided at birth, that requires they ignore you when you're desperately seeking attention and shower you with love while you're trying to cook dinner. Just look at little boys, tugging at your shirt while you're trying to get the meal prepared.
With lots of years of training, most grown men can be taught to recognize when affection is needed, but they never seem to outgrow the connection between food, or just the anticipation of food, and displays of emotion.
Dane was just following his natural tendency - it was meal time, he felt affection, why not bear-hug sissy? He's getting his practice in early.
2 comments:
Alone? What does that mean? And it's not too interesting to have your neck nuzzled while you're in the middle of sauteeing onions, the corn is burning, one child is on the time-out chair whining, and another is insisting on you listening to him. Alone to men apparently means something totally different that it does to women.
Perhaps it's a throwback from the days of nursing at the breast. Food *was* affection.
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