Your Teen Talk
Ten kids are in my basement. My husband and I know all of the kids, and we would call them all “good kids.” We periodically walk by the door to the basement. We look at each other and I suggest that one of us should go downstairs to check on them. We make a little noise to let them know that we are right there. And then, we ignore our gut and conventional wisdom and we do not go downstairs.
Had you asked me before I had an 11th grader, I would have given a clear and unwavering answer. Of course we will go downstairs. On our watch, we have a responsibility to those kids and to the parents of the other children to make sure that everyone is safe.
But, reality doesn’t always coincide with perfection. We felt distrusting, we felt ambivalent, but mostly we just felt embarrassed to go down and check.
How about you?