Another heated discussion with my teenage daughter, Olivia. Same topic. Different day.
She glared at me over her laptop. “I don’t know why you keep insisting I join a club at school.”
Don’t push, I told myself as I stood in her bedroom doorway. We’d moved to a new city over the summer, and I’d unpacked and set up both of my kids’ rooms before I tackled anything else. I wanted them to get settled. Now, several weeks into the school year, I worried that wasn’t going to happen for my shy 15-year-old.
“I just want you to feel at home here, and making friends will help,” I said. If only I could arrange playdates the way I had when she was younger. “Why not put yourself in a position to meet people? It’s a skill. One you’ll use your entire life.”
“I looked on the school website.
There’s no club I’m interested in,”
