Reading that your DD likes her hair playing with just gave me pure nostalgia. My mum still does my hair from time to time. Spends hours on it sometimes, just for fun.
We don't hug. We're not huggy people. We often joke that we hug eachother when someone dies because it's expected of us but we all know we each hate it just as much as eachother so why do we torture ourselves doing it?
I do my mums hair too, I'm 30, shes almost 50. We send eachother crochet videos, and go yarn shopping together. We both pick up a lidl weekly for the other when we're in lidl so we can look at what's going to be in the middle of lidl, and little thoughtful things like this. Lots of I saw this and thought of you moments.
I know I said in an earlier post there were times where I wanted a hug and didn't get one, which is still true, but I don't think that impacted our relationship at all, because there are hundreds of other ways connections have been made and maintained and I don't think we're doing too badly.
I co sleep with DS out of necessity, but his need for physical touch extends as far as trying to get between the mattress and all 100kg of me, every single night and luckily this is normal for me now but my mum had him overnight once and was sending me messages like "why is he trying to get crushed to a paste? Does he have a death wish? Does he think he's a tube of toothpaste?" And I forget how un-normal this behaviour is. I don't think DS will be happy until he's got an elephant on him though, but he definitely seeks feedback by ramming, wrestling, dropping in, side swiping, triple axel backflips, interpretive dance, and tying himself up in any loose rope-like items. All yarn and tape measures and string and dressing gown ties have to be hidden. It's relentless.