In the fading twilight, the headlights of an approaching car reminded Bill to reach for the dashboard and turn on his lights.
As the horde of rush-hour cars streamed by, Bill reminisced about the teenage daughter he had just picked up from band practice.
He glanced at her in the seat next to him and thought, .
He had prayed for an opportunity to talk to her alone—without her three brothers around. “Oh, okay,” Julie replied, in cryptic teenage fashion. “Have you thought through how far you are going to go, physically, with the opposite sex? They wanted to encourage her to make the right ones. He knew his wife always got the mail, but Julie was acting like a basketball team ahead by one point in the fourth quarter, hoping the clock would run out. Our teens do not go out on a date every Friday and Saturday night.
She looked nonchalantly out her window as their car crossed a small bridge. “I would like to ask you a very personal question and give you the freedom not to answer if you don’t want to.” He paused, waiting for her reply. Our junior high and high school age teens don’t date anyone exclusively.
I’d rather you didn’t go to their house." "I don’t like them.
Watching your innocent son slowly transform into a blooming teenager can be fascinating and, at the same time, challenging.