I remember kids coming in and out. I don't ever remember my mom saying no about having kids over. I know my mom questions my memories from childhood (I question my memories from childhood), but that I remember as clear as it was yesterday. And it is a great memory. One of the things I want to imitate myself, as a mom.
Of course, we lived in a great neighborhood, with lots of kids of all ages. Back in the day when you would play outside until the streetlights came on. Sometimes even later in the summer.
In our neighborhood now, kids are few and far between. At least my kids' age. There are the few who go to after school care behind the house. And, of course, our family friends who live about a block away. But that is pretty much it.
I would like to think, for the most part, I am very open to having kids over. The majority of the time the parents are like "Are you sure it is OK?" First and foremost, it is a distraction for my kids. But, secondly, I would like for my kids to have the same memory as me, of us having an open house for their friends.
Something that I would like to encourage well into their teen years . . .