Teens don't want to be seen with their parents, much less talk to them or do anything with them． That's what we hear all the time． I don't believe it． Oh，sure, when my daughter and my son were in their teens, they wanted to spend most of their free time with their friends． But there were always those special times planned when we enjoyed being alone with each other, when we connected deeply, and when we were reminded again how much we loved one another．
I recall how delighted my 14-year-old daughter, Alisa, felt when I asked her for a date to see a movie． It was a bittersweet Italian movie, Cinema Paradiso, and I wanted this story to give her a sense of how I grew up as an Italian boy in a small town, where life was simple and where everyone knew one another． I wanted her to know how her father had been brought up and shaped．
We both laughed and cried during the same scenes in the movie． Shewas attached tothe movie． I decided we should complete our evening with some lively conversation at a nearby bakery． I told her the movie was now so much more special for me because I had shared it with her． She smiled． She understood． We made a memory that night．
From our living room window, I saw my 13-year-old son, Jason, tearfully searching our vegetable garden for a place to bury his pet boa constrictor (蟒蛇)． Because my son had suffered from asthma (哮喘) and allergies, he could never have a dog, a faithful friend that he wanted so much． Every pet he owned—lizards, fish, or snakes—had died．
I was at his side as we searched for the best gravesite (墓地)． We dug the grave, said our goodbyes and then he cried． He cried hard and he asked me why every pet he had owned died so soon． I could feel his heart break against my chest． I just held him close． He let me hold his aching soul． He needed me while he was confused． Share your heart with your teens． Show them repeatedly that you know and love who they really are． There are tender memories waiting to be made．