“Your belly is still squashy.” *poke poke poke*
“That’s because it carried two babies. The more babies it carries the more babies I have to snuggle, the softer my belly needs to be. Would you want to snuggle with a hard mom?”
“Nope. So that’s why your chest is squashy and your bum is squashy and your legs are squashy?”
“Yep. All the better to snuggle you with.”
“So you’ll never get unsquashy?”
“Not until I’m out of babies to snuggle.”
“Vivi’s squashy because she’s a baby and we have to snuggle her right?”
“Someday will I be super comfy like you?”
“Yep. It’s one of the best parts of having babies. Becoming their favorite comfy place.”
I read a biography a long time ago about a mother and her daughter said something like “I’m so glad my mom was always comfortable. She always felt like a mom. She never tried to fit into worldly stereotypes. She was just happy being our mom.”
As Addie was poking my soft parts it would have been so easy to use negative self talk, the word fat or begin talking about how I needed to work out. Addie may have ignored me completely or she may have listened to every word I said and I would have planted a seed about what she is supposed to look like as a girl or woman.
I am happy and I am healthy.
On my squashy parts is where both of my girls like to lay their heads the most.
Why would I want to say something negative about them?