1. You might hear his heart.
2. He might get a backrub out of it–how can you refuse that smile when he’s just bared his soul to your mother heart?
3. You might hear him say, without any prodding from you, that it would be a good use of time between classes to pray as he goes–if he could remember to do it.
3 Reasons It’s Worth Staying Up Past Bedtime to Talk with a Teenager
September 22, 2008 by amyvanhuisen
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Often its the creation of memories that sustain us in the daily challenges of our lives. Spending time with a teenager as he or she makes the journey to adulthood fairs well for for them and in the end for all of us, because we will get to hear their heart-song. God gives each generation its own song to sing. In listening we are reminded of our our call as a generation, we also get to protect and nurture the gifting in that young one. We season their heart song with our love, prayers and wonder. this in turn makes the song grow louder, stronger….
The creation of the memories of that time spent will not be forgotten. it may even become woven into the pattern of relating as that adolescent is reminded to take time to love and to enjoy being loved. It may save their children if they have children from the pain of loneliness because he learnt that it was ok to burn the midnight oil to listen, to truly listen.
Thank you for the reminder to take the time to sit with those who will soon be the torch bearers. To listen is a gift in an of it self something we rarely offer in our modern world. Thanks again for your insights!
or sitting at the dinner table longer than usual. no back-rub but some good insights into our childrens’ hearts.
Some of my favorite memories growing up are the nights we spent sitting at the table, dinner long over, but we were just talking and laughing. It’s the laughing I remember most. Laughing until our stomachs hurt. It was great!