Not for her, for me. Our oldest. First-born. Daughter. Numera Una. Just into the “teen years”, and all in all, NOT a major shift; she’s responsible, hip, thoughtful, sharp (of mind, GOOD; of tongue, Umm — I’m learning).

So when I say “Teen Therapy” I mean not so much for her — she seems to be coping ok with a two-household family (now four years in), heading into her last year of middle school, hanging out with her friends a bit, but not “too” much, and getting good grades in her classes — the therapy would be for me, ol’ dad, trying to adjust, parent at this new stage, and keep up everything.

Her mom is a middle school teacher; one of the many strengths I saw in her mom when we talked about getting married a long while back, talked about having kids. I put a LOT of credence into that skill set and expertise. Fast-forward to present day, the marriage didn’t last, but our parenting team still seems to function ok.

But man oh man, adjusting to the sharper tone, more immediate critique, the insistent posture more regularly taken on issues, options, decisions from Numera Una … I need all the coaching I can get.

Teen Therapy, por favor.