When my kids were going though a certain stage of adolescence, I told them they gave me plenty of things to talk about. Now their offspring do, only instead of talking, I grab a pencil and a piece of paper and a story is born.
Speaking of offspring, one would think out of nine grandkids, I'd at least have a namesake. I used to hear older people say that about their children when I was growing up. I really don't know what it means. I figured it just meant one of the next generation would be named after them.
Now, I think it involves so much more, such as inheriting the characteristics from the previous generation. One would hope this would involve your better qualities and not the bad ones. But for now, let's just talk about the good qualities.
I have one grandchild who doesn't bear my name, but looks like me when I was her age. Two more that keep a diary. So do I, only we older folks call it journaling. And all my grandkids either like to read or be read to. So do I. They all like to tell me stories because they like for me to write about the stories they give to me. And that's how this story began.