I’ve liked almost everything about being a parent. Except when they got in trouble. Or got croup in the middle of the night. Or that time one of them gave us all stomach flu. Or when they broke a bone. Or broke our cars. Or their own hearts.
Okay, so I didn’t love everything. Most things, though, were pretty great.
But the best part of being a parent has been watching them grow into their own personalities and their own lives. Yesterday my son finished his freshman year of college. That feels like adulthood. That’s neat.
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