The other day, I put my hair up in a messy bun, threw on a blue sweater and jeans with tan Uggs and went into the kitchen, where Zoe, my 16 year old and Tenley, my 11 year old were standing, both sporting messy buns and wearing the exact same thing as me.
I offered to change, and they protested, they actually wanted all of us to look alike, which I thought was adorable. It started me thinking about the complex nature of moms and daughters, and fathers and their sons. I wondered whether everyone was like our family, who loves being together and doing the same kinds of things, or if most kids want nothing to do with their parents. What I found might surprise you.