Some tweens have a problem being responsible for their belongings.
Tara was halfway to her appointment when her cellphone rang. It was her son Miles.
“Mom, I forgot my lunch.”
“Miles! This is the third time this week.”
“I know. I’m sorry. Can you bring it?”
As we come to terms with the vast unknown of our country’s economic situation, the conversation around the kitchen tables of Canada’s families turns serious.
A friend of mine came home one afternoon and noticed a long scratch down the side of his one-week-old minivan.
“What happened?” he bellowed.
I’m grateful for the opportunity to help the parents of teenagers, whether through our residential program, through books, our blogs, seminars or our two national radio programs.
As you can imagine, I also receive numerous calls and emailed pleas for help from parents of struggling teens every day. I’d like to share a few excerpts from the messages I received in my email inbox today: