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To The Parent Driving Their Teenager To School — I See You
I see you.
I see you in the car, in the early morning light with that look on your face.
That look of silent frustration yet determined purpose.
On my way to school, I pass you by in my car, with my teenager, and with my inner struggle.
But I suspect I’m not alone.
I see you with your own teenager in the passenger’s seat, headed to the same school. And I know some of what you may be going through.
The awkward car rides in the mornings. The moody silences. The verbal land mines. Wondering if you should even bother to start a conversation thoughts.
Yes, I see you.
Who knows what your morning was like? If it was anything like mine, you’d have dealt with the vague grunts as you said “good morning” or the last-minute remembering of a project, homework, or binder that almost made you leave late.
Are their brains supposed to be this zoned out? Was I like this when I was a teenager? Probably.
And that’s the thought that gets me through.
Knowing that there was a time when I was a frazzled teenager, angry at my teachers, parents — the world. And I…
