Apparently, my love hurts.
You know in movies or hallmark commercials how one person opens their arms with a beautiful smile on their face, and the other person returns the gesture with the same look of adoration?
Yeah…that doesn’t happen in my life. My children wince, my husband protects his vital parts, and my friends step cautiously back. LOL!
My daughter told me, in a matter of fact, take-it-like-a-woman, kind of tone. “Mamma, your love hurts.” This was after my inquiry as to why she winced when I had reached for her.
Honestly, in my defense, my exhuberant hugs are backed by science and for the health of not only myself but those I love. Especially my children and husband.
You see, when I look at my children, a tight, twisting energy builds in my chest until I feel it out to my fingertips, and I’m ready to burst. I could just eat their faces I love them so much! And I’ve been known to tell them this on occassion. But It doesn’t stop there, I love squeezing their adorable tushes, pinching their cheeks, and giving them such big hugs they can barely breath.
However, my children aren’t the only ones at risk.
When I look at my husband, sometimes the sight of him makes me want to tear his face off. But not in the same way that some of my friends have mentioned wanting to do to their husbands, but in an overwhelming sensation of love and affection kind of way. Ha! I don’t reeeeeaaaaalllly want to tear his face off, but I feel such extreme emotion that I find verbalizing the severity of it helps. Luckily, he’s used to me after seventeen years together, and he’ll stand there until I’ve hugged it all out.
Apparently, the phenomenon is called Cute Aggression, and I’ve got it bad. It’s the body’s mechanism to balance emotions. It’s why I cry at happy moments and why I want to squeeze the crap out of my kiddos. Much of mine comes out in the form of copious amounts of hugs.
Hugging just feels good! Having someone I love in my arms, the weight of them against my chest, and being in their space leaves me feeling connected. Part of something so much bigger than myself. So much more important.
Aaaaaaaand, I’ve read that holding a hug for at least 20 seconds increases the health benefits. (thank you, science!)
So when you seem me coming at you with my arms spread wide. Be brave! Don’t run, don’t hide, just know you are loved. It’s for your health…and mine. And sometimes it might hurt. But just a little. I promise.
(note: no children or husbands have been harmed in the writing of this article)
(Certain husband’s may disagree with the above note, but what does he know? I think he just needs another hug! Mwa ha ha haaaaaaaa!)