This Friday, our church will host its fifth installment of Acts of God. It’s a talent show featuring our children, teens, and youth leaders. Some of the acts display real talent—such as playing the piano, singing, and dancing—the kinds of things you might see on America’s Got Talent. Other acts do not necessarily bring the word “talent” to mind—they might be more reminiscent of The Gong Show.
A few weeks ago, I wrote the first part of my post, “10 Things for Parents of Teens to Avoid.” Since then, I started this website, trained my cat to rotate my tires, and circumnavigated the globe on the back of a kangaroo. Ok, I’m exaggerating. It was a horse. Anyway, now that I’ve mastered all things related to parenting teens, it’s time to bring you the other 5 things I couldn’t fit into the first blog.
My boys have rhythm. I wish I did.
Tim has the best rhythm in the family. The kid is so naturally rhythmic, I swear he could tap his head, rub his stomach, do an Irish jig with his left foot and the moonwalk with his right foot, all while carrying on a conversation defending Breaking Bad as the greatest moment in TV history.
It started as a conspiracy; four members of my family plotting behind my back, devising their manipulative plan while I was at work. The plan hatched into the open one night at dinner, timed perfectly amidst my giant bite of spaghetti so I would be rendered helpless to respond without spewing food.
"We should get a dog," Karen said.
As a child, I believed in Santa. I loved the mystery and the anticipation of him. My parents would send me to bed at midnight on Christmas Eve. I would be so excited for Christmas morning that my skinny body would be charged with electricity and the footy pajamas I was wearing would be nearly busting at the seams.
