This morning my facebook status reads 'In ten days I get to hug my son!' And after posting, I started thinking about the hugging in my life.
I grew up in a family where hugs were rare, and even rarer were the words 'I love you'. But don't get me wrong; we may not have SAID it, but we KNEW it. (There are many other ways to say 'I Love You' with out those three words)
I hope my kids knew, and know, that I love them, so much! Small children are so easy to hug. And my kids grew so quickly! Out of my lap and into teenagers, so easily embarrassed by affection. My girls are now mothers themselves, and their children -- my grandchildren -- receive the majority of my hugs. But I make sure to share a hug with my girls, usually as we are parting again.
Yes, it is more rare than I would like, and even a bit awkward sometimes. My 'baby' Micah is now a man, and at least 6-foot-two, and my head tucks under his chin.
Yes, all of my babies have grown up, but I still love to hug my kids.