The standard answer that makes parents crazy.
Ricochet just plopped into my car at the curb of the high school. As we roll slowly out of the parking lot in stop-and-go traffic, I follow my parental instincts and ask him about his day…
“How did school go today, Buddy?”
“I don’t know.” He doesn’t even look in my direction, trying to end any conversation before it starts.
“It was a good day then?” I probe.
“Yeah,” he answers, without any consideration or sincerity.
Then, I feel a little crushed and let out a big, long sigh. All I want is to be part of his life, to know what he experiences when I’m not with him, to be able to converse about his day. I’m learning that this expectation may be outside of our reality. Read More