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	Comments on: Always Parents: Parenting Adult Children	</title>
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		By: Susan Knight		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Nice article. Parenting adult children is hard. You can&#039;t tell them what to do anymore. When my kids were minors, stewardship trumped agency. As adults, even under my roof, stewardship could only be guidance. However, under my roof meant my house rules. They still had to let me know where they were and knew I couldn&#039;t fall asleep until they were home. Luckily, they respected that. It&#039;s been about four years since I&#039;ve had my own children living with me. But, even when we&#039;re together, it&#039;s so easy for me to see what they could be doing better, easier, wiser. Why doesn&#039;t 60+ years of experience count for anything by my own children? LOL!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nice article. Parenting adult children is hard. You can&#8217;t tell them what to do anymore. When my kids were minors, stewardship trumped agency. As adults, even under my roof, stewardship could only be guidance. However, under my roof meant my house rules. They still had to let me know where they were and knew I couldn&#8217;t fall asleep until they were home. Luckily, they respected that. It&#8217;s been about four years since I&#8217;ve had my own children living with me. But, even when we&#8217;re together, it&#8217;s so easy for me to see what they could be doing better, easier, wiser. Why doesn&#8217;t 60+ years of experience count for anything by my own children? LOL!</p>
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