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Last
night I was at a party and sat with two friends, each of whom is the father of a
15-year-old. One is the dad of a girl; the other is the dad of a boy. The pain on
their faces was palpable when they talked about their children.
I’ve
buried the parent-of-teen pain for so long that I had to reach back pretty far to
recall it. But I found it. "I remember how it hurt," I said to my friends, "to feel that they don't love you."
"And to feel that they don't respect you," one of the fathers added.
Here’s
what I wish someone had told me when I was suffering (stuff I picked up from wise people - ideas that helped me keep my sanity and some family harmony).
