When my children were young teens, my wife had surgery. Between the hospital stay and her recovery, she was out of commission for a month.
My two teenage daughters handled their mother’s surgery and recovery quite differently. One wanted to come with me to the hospital when Diane was in surgery. The other one wanted to go to school. Both seemed to swing between genuine sympathy for their mother and annoyance when their lives were disrupted. This peaked when my 14-year-old fell into a fury over her hair. “When are you going to take me to the hairdresser? I look like a drowned rat!"... Read More