Meet the Squish

Introducing one of my more embarrassing motherhood stories opens the door for reverse age discrimination! I have something that many twenty-something mothers don't have---EXTRA SKIN!
   .........I am so lucky!

Conveniently placed below my chin and under my arms,

 (my 5-year-old daughter named it "The Squish")
Isn't it lovely?

While visiting an art gallery, I noticed that even Rembrandt's 
subjects struggled with the "squish."

"Rembrandt, like Shakespeare, uses his art to convey ideas which apply to human beings of all times and all cultures. Great art is, in this sense, timeless."

A young mother shows loves with a secret eye twitch, private tickle spot, warm hug, catchphrase understood only by them, and disguised messages. My five-year old cuddles up to this "Squish" to comfort herself and receive love. She kisses, jiggles and smooths it over and over like a fleshy security blanket. This dangling, floppy pudge is just too irresistible.

Who would have thought that this wrinkled outer shell, stretching over my aging body would be so useful?
We forty-something mothers should rejoice in our uniqueness and usefulness as aged body parts sag and become more beloved than ever. out "she" comes to squeeze your "SQUISH"!  


  1. Oh, my gosh, I laughed so hard at this post! That is so funny! I loved your captions!

  2. I love that! I have the "batwings" on my upper arms that my kiddos love to "Squish!"
    Thanks for stopping by my place!
    Kerry at


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