My teenagers seem to love dropping bombs on me while riding in the car. We’ll just be cruising along, both of us in the front seats, and all it takes is a few silent moments to pass, and out come the confessions: the math exam they flunked, the fact that one of their best friends who wears a purity ring is now sleeping with her boyfriend; the beach trip they’re scheming to take with a group of other 17-year olds that I know for a fact their father will approve…uhhh…. 853 more words
Just as true as five years ago. Mothering has been the greatest privilege of my life.