My parents were in DC over the weekend and it was fun to hang out with them. I noticed a couple of subtle changes in the way I relate to my parents.

I’m more interested in our family history than I’ve ever been. I crave stories about my grandparents and ancestors. It helps me put my life in context. I had no idea that both of my grandfathers on my dad’s side were alcoholics. It makes me wonder how my dad turned out so good. He is an anomaly.

I don’t know if this is true for other parents, but I’m realizing that the way my parents relate to my kids totally dictates the way I relate to my parents. I love the way my parents love my kids. I’m grateful for doting grandparents who love to spoil their grandkids!