Nobody thinks they want that experience, but we do. We actually crave it.
No, we don’t. You know what’s one thing I dislike about the premise here? It’s that I don’t want to be advised by my peers who have many weaknesses of their own. I like to think I readily accept instruction from someone who has some skill or knowledge that far surpasses my own. But if you are, let’s say, my friend Jenny and, while I like you just fine, I think you have a huge blind spot with your daughter who has you snowed, telling you she’s working overtime hours when she’s secretly meeting her boyfriend for an hour, (which btw, I’m not telling you that unless you express doubt and ask what I think)…and *then*, you, Jenny, mom-of-the-wayward-daughter say something to me like, “Your problem is you don’t trust your teenager to make good decisions….” I don’t need to hear your assessment of my parenting because I already know you’re not doing such a hot job yourself. You have no authority because your results are crappy and you’re so busy with your rose-colored Jesus glasses you don’t see your own parenting flaws. And! I definitely don’t think there’s any good to be gained if, stung, I wheel around and say, “Oh really? Well at least I actually know what my teenager is doing, unlike yourself.”
