Apparently. I didn't think it was so bad until my husband chastised me for it after I told him what had happened.
So I was dropping off my 6-year-old son Benjamin to his first-grade class. We got to the door of his classroom and Benjamin just ran in. I looked around and realized I hadn't said, "I love you" to him yet. So I did what every loving mother would do: I called "I love you" in through the classroom door. After waiting 3 seconds for a response and not getting one from my little boy, I decided to try again. This time, much louder. It is reasonable to, when you think someone hasn't heard you, speak louder, right? Right.
"Benjamin, I lo-o-o-ve y-o-ou!" I yelled out again, this time poking my head into the classroom. I got a peek at his face and he was within earshot, but his face was blank and he still didn't answer me with his usual, "I love you, Mommy."
Luckily, his teacher Mr. R. came to the rescue. Mr. R. cupped his hands around his mouth (you know, to get more volume, like using a megaphone), and bellowed out, "Benjamin, say 'I love you' to your mom!" That did it. Benjamin very obediently and quickly said, "I love you, Mommy."
Nothing wrong with that right? We were merely expressing our love for one another. The world could use a little more love.
Not so, says my husband, especially when we're expressing it out loud in front of his entire class. It's embarrassing, he says, for our first-grader. Which would explain the delayed response to my repeated 'I love yous'.
I have to be honest. I didn't like this lesson from my husband one bit. I still think what the world needs now is love sweet love, and my children are going to be the happy (and maybe a little embarrassed) recipients of my love sweet love because I say so.