One of my favorite parenting memories involved my middle son when he was two and learning to speak. I was sitting on the porch and the sons had friends over. He came running at me all smiles, wanting a full-wrap hug.
"Make a Yap, Mama!' He meant ' lap' because he wanted to be completely enfolded in the love he knew was there for him. I happily complied and was deeply nourished also.💗
