We now have a teenager in our house. I suppose I knew it would happen eventually, I just didn’t want to believe it. I hope we’re doing okay as parents. I mean, well, we’ve never done this before. Poor kid – his whole life has been an experiment. We’re just going through trying to make sure he learns the things he needs to know, but do we really know what that is? Have we built a strong enough foundation for him to stand on as he grows and reaches out more and more on his own? I hope so. It seems like it, right? He’s a good kid. And he’s damn smart.

These next years are hard. It’s hard to be a teenager, I know that. Something tells me being a teenager’s parent isn’t exactly a cake walk.

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