Once I told a Mom that my eight-year old lovely daughter
always wanted to give me a hug. The Mom said his son used to
do exactly the same to her, but things had been changed ever
since he became ten: no more.
I told my daughter this story right after this conversation.
Now my daughter is between thirteen and fourteen but she still comes to
my bed side every night for a hug. Occasionally she would mention the
story I told her many years ago just to check if what happened to that
Mom would ever happen to me.
*** Added June 23, 2007 ***
最近有了兩個Teenage女兒(一個剛進入十三,一個即將二十)的一個父親跟我講,
They only have two states: laughing and crying, nothing between. 他告訴女兒說,
They are no longer friends to him, until they are out of teens, when they
(daughters and himself) will become friends again and talk again.