I think I’m dropping the balls. You know, the ones you juggle when you have a teenager — particularly a teenage girl.
You ask questions and show interest, you get rolled eyes and reluctant answers. You go to their event and they act like they wish you hadn’t come. But if you don’t ask, or don’t go, you’re deemed not to care.
It’s hard to win.
But who ever said being a parent is about winning? I can’t think of anyone.
Much of the time it may feel like we’re losing — like they don’t listen to us and don’t care what we have to say. But that’s not really the case and I think most of us know that. They are listening. They do care what we say and they want us to support them.
So despite the rolled eyes and the attitude, we have to keep asking those questions and showing our interest. It matters.
Those balls I think I’m dropping. I just have to keep picking them up and throwing them back in the air. I’ll catch them one day.