Caritas

Parents night tonight came as the finale of a very trying few days with my 15 year old. Since Sunday he's been on the non charm offensive and completed his campaign of nightmare behaviour this morning as I dropped him off at the school but he slammed the car door and called me FATSO.
Hmmm it would be amusing if it wasn't so personal and abusive. Although it may be thirty years ago I remember being the same with my mother. Difficult to stop yourself reacting but patience and calm seems the only way.
Phenomenal reports from all of his teachers went some way to salve the rift and an enforced long drive home helped him talk and us to hopefully mend a few bridges.
For now
Teenagers are revolting. FACT