I was on the phone with a friend the other day and we started talking about affection. 
Cat & DogHe had to run so we didn’t talk about it for long but I starting thinking….Oh no!
I thought about myself and my life and whether or not I had any affection to give. In all honesty if I didn’t receive affection when I was a child it would be pretty hard for me to know how to truly be affectionate to others. More than that it would be really hard for me to ask for affection or ever be satisfied affectionately. If I can’t ask for what I need I will probably never get it.
So Anyway…
I thought about my Mother. I would have thought she gave me affection. I am pretty sure that I didn’t always feel smothered by her. I know that she loved me and held me and took very good care of me. She loved me so much. She still does love me so much I know that. I just have so much trouble accepting that love. I suppose I am afraid of the agreement that love entails. Well actually I am afraid of what I *think* that love entails.
Back to affection…
So I know that I was touched and held and loved as a child. Gotta run now pick this up later…