When do my teenagers start deep conversations with me? Conversations about their hopes and dreams, possible love interests, and behind-the-scenes social goings on I’m not often privy to?
Let’s look at the possibilities.
Is it over breakfast when we lovingly prepare to send each other out into our days?
Nope. In the mornings we are fighting over hot showers and cereal bowls.
Is it at bedtime, the part of the day when we used to read stories together and cuddle?
Nope. At bedtime my teens are eking out their last few moments of access to their smart phones before we ever so meanly take them away for the night.
Is it during time in transit — the frequent trips to practice, to appointments, to and from friends’ houses?
Nope. That would be just too convenient.
Is it at the very end of these trips, just as I pull up to the garage to let them out so I can squeeze the car in?
With the car running and me unable to traverse the last 10 yards?
With the groceries warming, the ice cream melting? Is this when they say something like I think Cameron likes me or It’s ridiculous how easy it is to get pot at school or One of my friends is talking bad about another friend. *
Why, yes. Yes it is.
If I kick the kiddo out of the car so I can drive into the garage (they have to get out before I can park) I may lose the moment. I cannot lose the moment.
So I sit there with my foot on the brake and they keep talking. I eventually turn off the car and they keep talking. The minutes tick by, the ice cream gets mushy, and the teenager keeps talking.
I keep listening. It’s good stuff when they let me in.
If this new trend continues, I may have to stop buying ice cream for awhile.
* Fictionalized examples of conversation my teens have launched in the 1.5 seconds it takes me to drive up the driveway.