By Jeana Lee Tahnk
Aren't baby hugs the best? Especially those babies give whenthey're just learning to hug, like the ones my 7-month-old gives me-allsquishy, drooly and uncoordinated. The best ones are on the ground, whenshe crawls on top of me and rests her head on my chest for a splitsecond or holds her gaze in my eyes for an extra moment. Even thoughthose actions might not fall under the traditional parameters of a hug,they just make me feel warm and fuzzy inside, so the end result is thesame.
They're also showing me more her personality, her playful side, hersilly side and her affectionate side. It can be hard in those first fewmonths to see beyond the constant demands that a newborn makes, but whenthose hugs come out, you know your child is growing and developing, andis no longer that little swaddled burrito that you have to hold allday.
I love this age because she is not fully mobile, so I can play withher on the blanket without her running away. To her, I am still curiousenough to hold her attention, whether it's the color of my toenails orthe way I snap my fingers. The physical interaction she gives me isunprompted and pure, which is what makes them so special.
Before I know it, she'll be toddling off, exploring the big worldaround her and finding other things that to hold her interest her morethan the ribbon on my shirt or the sounds I can make with my hands. AndI'll still get hugs when she's older, but there's just something aboutthese newly discovered baby hugs that really make them the best.