Teen- age: A Parent's Confession.

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Aah!! Remember the days we thought our parents were clueless about life? Like they came down in yesterdays rain? Well, it comes back full circle.  

 We had a disagreement over candy - yeah! I know, crazy stuff.

My son said his class was allowed to take and distribute candy for a school project. The reasoning and explanation behind it just didn't up so his father and I said "nah! Forget it." 

 A note came in from the "teacher" the next day explaining how the candy was justified. His father and I had 2 major issues with the teacher. 1) She was not courteous enough to start with a greeting - who does that?
2) Her signature was just disturbing. After all these years, she hasn't got it right? We could pick the letter apart but chose to leave it - too much work. 

 They say a teenager’s frontal lobe is not fully connected – that their thinking is off sometimes - it's true. 

When asked a few simple questions about the letter offense was taken. How dare we question his teacher? He decided to move out - pack his things and go. 

 Stories of kids up and leaving, tired of their parents’ "madness" or secretly suspicious that they were adopted by the current set of parents came to roost.  His father and I were like "en-he!! We not going to hit the roof". Little sis said “I think he’s run away”. We watched it unfold.

It was sad we didn't have a number to call and say "gundi, young man is coming your way. I suspect he'll want to take refuge at yours since he's fond of you. So if he shows up, let us know." That's the unfortunate story for introverted immigrant parents who've just moved to a new neighborhood.

Ticktock, ticktock...10:00 o'clock, midnight, 2:00 am Nothing! Ok?!!!
5:00 am the doorbell rang. We opened. Glad that we were all in one piece, each one quietly proceeded to their respective rooms. It was a cool night so camping out doors wasn't too bad.

I hope it's not a repeat event. Hopefully it dawned that it's actually good to have a roof under which to sleep, people that care and maybe even to opportunity to make a cup of tea or eat some free food.

Its hard for both parent and child. Aside from prayer, trust in one’s instincts and wisdom from others who’ve gone before there is simply no formula.

Teenage is super confusing for both children and parents.

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