My 10-year-old son asked if he could snuggle with me the other morning. I instinctively said yes, since these opportunities may not come up too much more as he gets older. I consider his request a validation that we, as parents, are doing a good job. I half-jokingly told my wife, “Snuggling is the antidote to Asian shame.” So why is that? Well, as a child of Chinese immigrants, I grew up in a home where the love language was doing and not necessarily felt through physical touch or words of affirmation and praise. My parents sacrificed and toiled hard in their jobs (dad was a cook and mom was a waitress) at various Chinese restaurants. They made us food and provided a roof over our heads. That was love. But we didn’t get: Hugs. Words like “I’m proud of you.” Moments to cuddle, hold their hands, or sit close to them, just because. So I learned (along with a lot of others from similar backgrounds): You are loved when you achieve. Don’t be a …