When my kids were babies, I could hardly wait for them to grow up, so we could DO something together. Working on art projects with my daughter and playing chess with my son thrilled me. Now that they’re adolescents, I’m having more fun with them than ever, but living with a teenager can be like having a loaded fuse in the house.
I still remember the first time my easy going, polite teenaged boy suddenly exploded. It was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I thought, “Who is this person? Can he be the same guy who was living here yesterday?” Continue reading