I am glad that I am not the oldest, because your school takes too long and you don't get many hugs.
Now, the part about school taking too long doesn't phase me one bit. That's life. The older you get, the more work you have. But the part about not getting many hugs broke my heart. Little children are keen observers, and they are painfully honest about what they see. I hug and kiss on Sam all day long because he is my baby (even though he is 6), but when I really thought about it, I realized that I really don't hug my older children that often. How terrible!
Then I began to ponder. When does it happen? When do you go from hugging and kissing your children every time you walk by them to not remembering if you hug them aside from telling them goodnight? When you are holding a young child in your lap, how do you know if it is the last time they will sit in your lap (because they are growing up?)? I always felt that way about nursing my babies/toddlers. The last time that I nursed them, I didn't realize it at that time that it was the last time. I would have lingered.
So, I have been hugging my older children more. Brushing their hair back. Making sure that I touch them, put a hand on their shoulder. In front of Sam and when he is not around. It makes me feel great, and I know that they enjoy it too.
Sometimes we just need a little to child to remind us.