With Teens, the Nights are Long and the Days are Short

My “baby” boy turned twenty years old this week. TWENTY. That’s a “Whoa” birthday for a parent.

And as with every milestone birthday my kids have celebrated over the years, I go and rustle through my untidy and overstuffed office closet, carefully moving like an explorer in the jungle, to reach the piles of our family photo albums. I grab a towering stack and take to the floor for a little journey back in time.

I flip through countless, shiny pages that document The Days of My Kids’ Lives, pr...