I spent most of this weekend trying not to get hugged to death. It's been an ongoing thing lately, but the last two days? Wow.
Gabi has some strong little arms, and her desire to show us just how much she loves us by squeezing as hard as she can with her arms wrapped tightly around our necks is causing some serious shortness of breath.
Gilberto is strong and can take it, but I'm wimpy and fragile. Bless Gabi's heart, but she's squeezing the life out of me one hug at a time.
It's not just a tight little squeeze. It's a tight PAINFUL squeeze that realigns my jaw and leaves bruises on my arms. Not to mention how sore I get from tensing all of my muscles in an attempt to minimize the damage.
The hugs come all day long. At any given moment. It's like I have to be constantly on the lookout for arms flung wide in pre-hug motion. It's not good when these hugs take you by surprise!
And, oh man, the hug offs! Which, if I remember correctly, her daddy so unfairly started. Gabi loves to have hug offs ALL THE TIME. She'll squeeze me as tight as she can, and then demand that I squeeze HER as tight as I can. Let's just say it takes a bit of practice to figure out how to squeeze tight but not too tight. My first attempt didn't go so well. I stopped when she started yelping.
Hmmm. Maybe I should start yelping?
The thing is, I don't want to discourage her from showing us affection. I've tried to get her to tone it down a bit (I wasn't lying about the bruises), but she just can't help herself. She just loves us that much. And that is pretty amazing. I never thought I'd be loved back like that. So I grin and bear it.
Because what mom ever says no to a hug from her child? Even if it's too tight? Despite the pain, each hug warms my heart.
And despite her alarming increase in strength this weekend (I'm pretty sure she didn't eat any spinach, so I'm not sure where it came from), I'll keep letting her, encouraging her, to keep squeezing.
No, no yelping from me.
In the meantime, Advil? And some hope that my ribs do their job in protecting my lungs from four year old external forces.