Hanging with my kids

I have said on more than one occasion that I would write my book about parenting after I see how my grandchildren turn out. I am still convinced that would be wise since I won't know, for sure, how transferable my parenting was until I see the next generation. But having said that, (a tip of the hat to Bernie S) I must pause and say how pleased and amazed I am that my children grew up to be adults I like to hang out with. All three of my children (now adults) are the kind of people you want to spend time with. All three are all the kind of people you look for when searching for a friend. And probably the best thing, at this season in my life, is that they seem to like hanging with me, too.