Welcome to the Father of Twins Club

One of the last things I want to do here in my blog is mix my work life with my real life. Admittedly, my work life as a sportswriter is a lot of fun and I know a great many people who'd love to have my job. However, I've made a conscious effort to keep that part of my life out of my blog, partly because I enjoy using this place to write about the ups and downs of being a middle-aged husband, father, son, brother and friend. Also, it's not appropriate for me to share information I gather at work here in my personal blog.
Okay, we're clear on all that, right?

Becoming friends with your grown-up children: What a concept!

If you're a young parent, the thought of actually becoming your child's “friend” may seem like a weird, far-off concept.
But I'm here to tell you it can happen.
As they usually do on Sunday evenings, my oldest son and his wife came to our house for dinner yesterday. They've done so almost weekly for nine months now. It has become a comfortable tradition, something we all seem to enjoy.
Why is this such a big deal? Well, for starters my son and I went through a fairly tumultuous period from the time he was 14 or 15 until he left home at 19 to serve a mission for our church. As parents and teenagers often do, we shouted at each other on a regular basis.
Harsh words were said; feelings were hurt; tears were shed.