Hug your child. Tell them you love them. Just stop whatever you are doing now and do it.

Just stop. Whatever you are doing is not that important that it can't wait a few moments. Go hug your child, or, if they are living a distance away, call/Skype/text/email them, whatever. Tell them you love them. Tell them how proud you are of them. Don't let another moment go by where they question how much you care. You never know if they (or you) will be there in the next moment.My boss just called us into her office. We are a small, close-knit department. One of our co-workers left Tuesday for a long-overdue trip to visit her aging father out of state. This morning, she got a phone call no parent wants to get. Her (adult, with three littles between 6 and not-quite 1) son was killed last night. Details are still sketchy at best, but the police believe it was an accident. We've all met this man, and while she has another child, this man was definitely her 'baby'. She was so proud of him and all he'd accomplished. It just hit all of us hard, as this small department is all women, and all of us have kids ranging from just wee toddlings to grown with kids, or even grandkids, of their own.Just love on your kids for a moment, will you?I'm going to find an empty office now and cry some more.Edit: clarification via /r/Parenting http://ift.tt/2i8aZ9G