I Worry That We’ve Treated Our Son Like a Kid for Too Long

My 17-year-old son and I just had a heart to heart. The kind I’ve been craving. Wishing for. The kind that’s full of raw emotion. Real feelings. The kind that reminds me of the way we used to talk back in the day. When he was young and uninhibited. And not on the edge of adulthood.

The kind that broke my heart a little – okay a lot- as I held up a mirror to the reflection that he sees in me as a parent. So different from the one that I think is staring back.

I had a powerful heart to heart...