Let’s Stop Calling Our Teens Lazy

At 9am the other morning I peeked in my son’s room. He was lying there with the sun in his eyes staring out the window, feet hanging off the left side of the bed.

I asked him when he was getting up; I’d been up for hours and was missing him. I could have stood in his doorway and told him he’s slept enough, he was being lazy, and it was time to get moving. I couldn’t have told him to get up and clean his room. I could have mentioned the trash was ready to be taken out.

But I didn’t.

The day b...