You Should've Been Keeping An Eye On Me.

Deep down, I knew.

Any mom worth her salt recognizes that silence is not necessarily golden.

Oh, it’s good. But trust me. It’s not good.

Picture it...

His art medium of choice was an entire tube of tartar-control toothpaste. A dusty coffee table served as his canvas. I walked in the living room just in time to witness Picasso Jr. using both his chubby little hands working the bright blue paste to the outer edges of the table. It was obvious to me the artist considered any exposed wood a blemish to his masterpiece.

“WHAT THA? What are you DOING?!”

He looked up at me. Oh, heck no! Those big brown eyes won’t do it this time.

“That is a No-No!” I said as I snatched the sticky tube out of his hand. “I can’t believe you did this!” I shot over my shoulder as I wiped at the mess with a soaked wad of paper towels.

And just before the chalky crust had completely hardened over…he said it.

“YOU SHOULD’VE BEEN KEEPING AN EYE ON ME.”

Anyone who thinks a two-year-old can’t call checkmate on a parent is in denial.

I turned to him mouth agape and completely speechless. Finally, I mustered the best response I could come up with. “Well…well you should have been keeping an eye on yourself.”

He was right though. I should’ve been keeping an eye on him. The kid was way too smart.

Fast forward 13 years. He’s 15. And today is a snow day. He’s bundled up in his heavy coat heading to hang out with the neighborhood kids. Sledding, hot cocoa, and chapped cheeks are on the agenda. Before he reaches the door, he stops at the sink to kiss me on the cheek. I turn to him to request a favor.

“Hey, can I ask you a question?

“Sure.”

“What’s the one thing that you think teens wish their parents knew?

“Huh?”

“You know, to help survive the teen years.”

“Help the teens survive?”

“No,” I sigh. “Focus, son. To help us parents survive you guys.”

“Oh okay,” he says as he tilts his head back and squints his eyes. “We wish that parents knew that what we say and do is not what we are really saying and doing.”

His answer was too quick—I didn’t get it. I didn't push. It was obvious I wasn't getting anything from him today. “Okay, thanks. Have fun.”

I watched from the kitchen window as the old sage disappeared into the great white outdoors.

But as I finished up the breakfast dishes, I thought about what he had just said.

I thought a lot about it, actually.

And these things I know to be primarily true.

• Teens actually love you, but they don’t always want to be around you.
• Teens generally want to do the right thing but they often choose the wrong thing.
• Teens want to be individuals, but they want to be just like everyone else.
• Teens really do want your rules, but they will disobey them.
• Teens have so much they want you to know, but they’d prefer not speak to you.

The irony escapes no one. No wonder we parents are a little crazy.

Who can parent under these conditions!?

But just know if all this makes us a little crazy, it’s really doing a number on them.

Like just this week. Right here. In my little community.

• 75 photos of nude females were shared online at our local high school, the youngest being 14.
• At a different high school, a line of high school boys formed in the school bathroom as a female student performed sex acts on them.
• A vigil was held for a teen who committed suicide. His mom says he was bullied at school.

Yeah, it’s doing a number on them for sure.

And what they are saying and doing isn’t what they are really saying and doing.

• Those teen girls aren’t taking naked pics of themselves for their own personal portfolio. They do it because they desperately need someone to validate their beauty.
• And the high school girl who forfeited her self worth to the boys waiting in line to use her up sure didn’t do it for sexual pleasure. She did it because she is screaming for someone to show her that she matters, even if it’s for a brief moment.
• And no young man really wants to end his life. He’s just worn out and tired from years of bullying and belittling.

“What we say and do is not what we are really saying and doing.”

This makes a little more sense to me than it did this morning. I think I need to thank my boy for the reminder.

I won’t stop talking to him even when he acts like he doesn’t want to be around me. I’ll listen more. I’ll continue to enforce rules even when he disobeys. I’ll remain open and honest about his world and use the Word of God to prepare him for the things he will need to battle against. I’ll reinforce the fact that he is a precious, priceless gift from our Heavenly Father to us.

That kid is smart.

I’m going to have to keep an eye on him.