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The day will come when my children will be embarrassed to kiss and hug me goodbye when they get on the school bus. I’m not looking forward to it.

When the bus appears over the brow outside our place (aren’t we lucky only having to walk 20m from the front gate) they run to me for their cuddle and say “I love you” as they turn to walk up the steps.

Today’s rant is about loving your kids and giving them all the hugs and kisses they need (even when they think they don’t want them!) Don’t assume they know you love them. Tell them all the time – it doesn’t hurt does it.

In the tradition of my parents, my husband always gives me a kiss goodbye – no waving “see you later” in our house. Coming from a less demonstrative family, he struggled a little at first but now it’s second nature (either it’s habit or he just knows he has to!) And so too with our kids. Woe betide (crikey, how do you spell that) Thomas if he leaves for work without hugging them. He actually had to turn the car around and come home one day because Sarah had been busy doing something and hadn’t realised he was going until he was out the driveway.

It’s a good habit – somewhere inside there’s a fear that something will happen to him and we won’t have said goodbye. Like in the movies when characters remember the last word they spoke to their loved one was an angry one.

Kisses and hugs hello, kisses and hugs goodbye, kisses and hugs goodnight, kisses and hugs for no reason at all. You can never have too many kisses and hugs.

Miss you Mum.