My teen won’t talk
I found something by you on the web when I googled “my teen won’t talk to me”. Which of your resources is best suited to help me start over with my teen with communication. I’m heartbroken and know that this isn’t something I can fix. I need God to build it this time and I just don’t know if/how to begin. Vickie
Dear Vickie,
You can begin. It’s never too late, Vickie. I talked with hundreds of teens to write the book, Real Issues, Real Teens: What Every Parent Needs to Know (David C. Cook, 2004). Teens shared that they wanted a relationship with their parents, even if it was broken and even if they weren’t telling their parents that they loved them or needed them.
In the book, you’ll find five things that get in the way of communicating with our teens, and help on how to listen, how to reconnect when communication has completely broken down, how to help your teen in their faith, and what the word “family” means to this generation, and much more.
I think it’s a great resource for you and I pray you will follow up once you read it. I’d love to stay in touch.
You can order it through paypal (my ID is tseller@daretobelieve.org) for $14 including shipping or send me a check (e-mail me for address).
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Susie Larson - Along the Way
If you’d like to listen to my interview with Susie Larson on Kim Ketola’s Along the Way LIVE show, please click here!
We talk about The Mom I Want to Be, and I get to visit with listeners of KTIX.
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The power of touch
I just want to say a quick hello to the listeners of Along the Way, KTIS radio in Minnesota. Thank you for dropping by. If you have questions about the topic “The Mom I Want to Be: Rising Above the Past to Give Your Kids a Great Future”, please e-mail me and I’ll post them anonymously along with an answer next week. Blessings! Suzie
When I was a teen I went to my first nursing home with a group from my church. Mr. Lollis loaded up a group of 20 or so every Sunday. We went to Braum’s first, then to the nursing home where we sang or visited with the elderly.
Often, I felt strange. When you’re 16, old people really are old. They reached for me, hugged me, and held my hand in their soft, veiny hands.
Now that I’m on my way to being an old person, I see those visits differently.
If I were to count the number of times I’m touched each day, the number would be high. The first thing that Richard does when he comes home from work is to walk through the house whistling until he finds me (sounds like he’s looking for a dog, doesn’t it?, but it’s just his way). When he finds me I am crushed in a hug. We hold hands when we walk. I brush my hand across his head gently when I walk past him and he’s watching TV. (more…)
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