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d。 For a moment she seemed at a loss for words。 Then she posed herself and said； in a loud didactic voice： “That socket used to be… er… er… It’s imported。 That’s it。 From Africa。 It grows there； on a very rare bush。 Next； please。”
From that moment I have never trusted authority。
“Perhaps it is the way God intended it；” sighed the mother of two teenage boys； half in jest。 “To make your little darlings so obnoxious that it will be a relief； not a tragedy； to see them flee the nest。”
Lowering her voice confidentially； she added： “Sometimes I feel as if I can’t take another day of living with so much opposition… ungraciousness… rudeness…”
I tried to cheer her up by quoting the old Oriental wisdom that it is from those who give us most trouble that we stand to learn the most。
“Oh yes；” she retorted cynically。 “I’ve learnt my lesson。 How not to bring up children。 I’ve been far too nice to them。”
The teenage conflicts that erupt in most healthy families should not be taken lightly or ignored as a passing ； as the established parent/child positions bee outgrown。
Whether it’s long harboured childhood grievances finally surfacing； or a straight…forward need for adult autonomy； teenage rebellion is a signal that an entirely new bond has to be forged。
As in all personal clashes； only mutual respect will achieve it。 Keep in mind that the way you handle this passage will determine your future relationship with the adult son or daughter。
In a public ward my bed was placed opposite two teenagers hospitalized for a different reason。 A precarious friendship seemed to have developed between the two。
One evening the younger one broke down and wept bitterly。
“I never wanted this；” she sobbed。 “It was Mum and Dad ma
