connecting
As a psychologist who cares for teens and their families, and as the mother of teenagers myself, I have watched as my children sit silently through dinner, bristling at every question asked, only to be eager to chat once I’ve called it a night.
I know this isn’t happening only in my home. Perhaps standing in the doorway of a parent’s bedroom, or sprawled out on the bedroom floor, or even flopped on top of the bedcovers themselves, otherwise sphinx-like teens often share freely what’s on their minds at a time when parents might want to curl up and drift off.
