I Love The Friendships I’m Developing With My Teens

My 18-year-old plops down on the couch beside me, slips her arm through mine, and rests her head on my shoulder. It’s a familiar moment, one that’s played out in various ways over the years. I can tell by her body language and energy that she’s not feeling distressed today—she just wants to connect with me. And I am grateful.

She might sit there for a bit before telling me about something that happened during her day. I might show her a silly animal video that came through my Facebook feed. S...