How to Talk To Teens About War, Pandemics, And Whatever Fresh Hell They’re Encountering This Week
We’re raising adolescents in an often brutal, wildly unfair world. This is what I told mine at the start of the pandemic.
You know what? Your parents’ generation is woefully unprepared to help you through this. It sucks, it’s unfair, and it shouldn’t have happened like this.
It is not fair that I have to ask you to grow up along side me right now. I should be able to show you the way, to guide you through all the shit you’re going through.
I want to have the answers, but I also want to be able to sit back and watch you make mistakes and learn and grow, knowing it’s going to be okay, more or less.
Not being able to give the young adulthood I want for you is painful. No question about it. Watching you struggle while feeling lost and angry is painful. It’s worse because I can’t do anything to stop it.
But here’s the thing.
We’re at the part of the story where the Big Bad has just showed up, done something spectacular and terrifying, and we all start to get to see what we’re made of.
