I catch him lying, he knows he’s lying, he knows I know he’s lying…and he lies anyway.
Summer sports, camps, trips, boredom, and crafts take over my world, space, and mind. I find myself spinning in circles some days.
My point today is that not EVERY situation requires intervention. We want to grow responsible, compassionate humans. To fail is to grow.
After years of talking about under-aged drinking with my son, I never shifted the conversation from restraint to responsibility. At age 21, we figure they can do what they want. The drinking conversation stops. It shouldn’t. It should change. I can’t believe I never thought of this.
It’s been a long haul to become the mother of a teen boy. These are five obnoxious things that only moms of boys have to experience.