This is my 100th column. While I feel that that statement should come with a little firework GIF or the little praise hands emoji, I thought it might be a good time to check in with the rest of the family to see how they felt about sharing 100 chapters of our lives.

I knew I could count on A to appreciate the milestone. I blame this on him being the first child and us celebrating all the milestones, like when he turned 37 months old. When we were young parents and had time to remember numbers like 37.

“Wow, Mom! That’s awesome! Are you going to write a special column to celebrate? Or maybe you should do a greatest hits kind of column? Or maybe it could be like 100 things you’ve learned while writing? Or 100 crazy things that we did?”

I sense that this kid might have a future as an editor. He’s good with the assignments.

I asked him what some of his favorite columns were, and of course, his cellphone dilemma was right at the top of the list. (Santa came through for him and brought the phone, and within a week, he lost the privilege for being a bit too mouthy.) He surprised me by also liking the ones that recount our vacation episodes. He thinks they’re a fun way to remember some of the crazy stuff that happened.

E was an enthusiastic supporter of celebrating “our” accomplishments. “I think we should go out to dinner to celebrate, Mom! We’ll even let you pick where we are going!” Since each of the five off us has our own favorite eatery, and none of us like the other ones’ choices, this was a very big gesture on her part. One I could see she immediately regretted when I started listing my top picks. Apparently, in her book, 100 episodes rates more of a pizza party than a 5-star gourmet meal.

E’s favorite column subject, one that has been very near and dear our heart lately, was Tubby. We miss our feline friend greatly and he is a topic of frequent conversation, but E is glad that everyone got to know him through our column, because he really was the best cat ever. E is also looking forward to including our newest addition, Taco Cat, in our future adventures. (Taco Cat arrived on Christmas Eve and has quickly wormed her furry little self into our hearts. In case you haven’t seen the T-shirt at Walmart, Taco Cat spells Taco Cat forward and backward!)

As always, I was able to count on G to keep it real and deflate any sort of ego that I might be developing. I interpreted his nonverbal eye rolling to mean “100? Is that all? Talk to me when you’ve written 200.” As far as his favorite columns? Anything referring to butts, farts, burps, and/or other bodily functions and smells ranks high on his list.

Then, I got to the Wonderful Husband. Since he’s my main sounding board, and he’s probably read as many scrapped columns as he has published ones, I was curious, but pretty certain, about what topics he’d pick. After the initial brown-nosing, “well all of them, of course, dear” answer, he predictably picked the ones that related our outdoor adventures, whether it was mushrooming, or camping, or canoeing. I do have to agree, our family, unplugged and in the wild, does usually lead to some pretty good adventures.

My own choice of favorite column isn’t exactly a favorite. Over the summer, as our community and our country were going through a rough patch, I just couldn’t bring myself to write a happy, cheerful column and instead wrote about grief. While that column was the exact opposite of what I usually write about, and how I usually feel, it is the column that I’ve had the most responses to date.

I agonized over that column. I must have messaged the WH fifty times, with edits and updates, and “are you sure I should write this?” It was out of my comfort zone and I felt like I might have been oversharing a little bit. But as people reached out to me to share their own experiences, or to tell me that I wrote exactly how they were feeling, or that I made them shed some tears, I realized how important it is to say the hard stuff and talk about the things that might make us a little uncomfortable.

While I want to share laughs and bring joy to people, sometimes we all need to take a break and just let the sadness out. Hearing from so many people about their own grief brought tears to my eyes many times. It still overwhelming and humbling how much that connection means to me.

One hundred episodes was also a good time to check in with the troops to see if they still want to be included in my weekly ramblings. E’s answer was an obvious yes. “Because you still have to tell everyone about Taco Cat!”

Since A already has a list of things I should write about, including how much freedom he thinks that tweens should have with their cellphones, he was back in, too.

G surprised me with an actual verbal response: “Well, yeah!” And followed that up with some of his own special brand of material for me to write about.

One hundred (mostly) wild and wacky episodes, and they’re more of a “greatest hits” of the thousands of episodes that go undocumented. As I look to the next 100, I see the teenage years on the horizon, which is terrifying. I see our balance being continually challenged as our careers grow and change, as the kids take on new and diverse interests.

I see a lot more chores and responsibilities getting handed off as they become more capable and I see the inevitable battles that will rage. Change is inevitable, but with some good humor and a little bit of sleep, I have to say, I am looking forward to whatever the next 100 bring.

Liz Pinkey is a contributing writer to the Times News. Her column appears weekly in our Saturday feature section.