I like teenagers.
Scratch that. I am in youth ministry partly because Ilove teenagers. All of them, with all
their risk-taking, impulsiveness and arrogance. And all their generosity, energy and
thoughtfulness. It’s an amazing thing to watch them grow and become leaders, teachers
and productive adults.
But now I have one in my house. My son turns 13 today. I don’t know what to make of
that. It’s a bit …scary.
I mean, I know plenty about teenagers. Games they like, how to teach them, etc.
Parenting one, though? That’s a different proposition altogether.
Well, parenting has a way of being on the scary side. Did I make the right decision there?
Set the right balance here? Oh my….have I scarred him for life?
If you are a parent, you know what I mean.
Adolescence seems to take it to a new level, though. Or maybe it’s the anticipation.
I guess I’ll just have to get on with it. Prayerfully. Trying to stay in tune with who my son
is and who he is becoming. It’s got its exciting side.
My son is a wonderful kid. I am sure this next phase will be a positive one.