I have just 15 minutes to write this blog because I am at the library and this is the drive-by computer. We are on dial-up at home and writing a blog seems to make the computer crash. What do you write about in 15 minutes, now 13 minutes? I am spending a lot of time working with teen-agers lately in my counseling practice. I happen to love working with teens which is interesting because I did not particularly love parenting teen-agers. I loved my adolescent children very much but did not enjoy that stage of their development as much as most of the others.
I loved infants. The pure animal care and feeding of infants was bliss. I loved toddlers. I loved watching them become themselves, declaring their independence, announcing their needs and really enjoyed their adoration of me and their father. School-age was a tender time and their father especially was good at this because he is a natural teacher. He knew about their favorite tv and comic book characters and could discuss storylines in great detail.
The teen years were exhausting. My fifteen minutes are up. More next time on the paradox of being able to relate better to other people's teen children more than my own.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
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