When my children were little, one of my favorite parts of the day was right after I came home from wherever I had been. The three little guys would drop whatever they were doing (unless they were eating) and come running. It was “climb on Mom time”. Literally.
As they got bigger, I learned to sit down on the floor as soon as I could so we could have our “group hug” / “pile on Mom” without me getting hurt. I still would end up with bruises from feet and hands grabbing. I considered them badges of honor. We would roll around and hug and tickle. I got to hear the laughter and excitement of my little guys.
I also spent lots of time getting my glasses adjusted from getting them grabbed or knocked off. I stopped wearing jewelry for quite some time because it was so fascinating to little hands.
Now you know how to tell those Moms of toddlers – no jewelry, bruises in funny places, often a short haircut or hair pulled up, dark circles under the eyes, a little disorganized, speaking in “small words”, correcting your grammar, and always talking about their kids.
It’s a phase. I wouldn’t have traded it for anything in the world.