I am living with Mount Etna. In tween form.
Any hint of criticism sets off the rumbling. Add an admonishment to the top – BOOM – we have an eruption.
Are you sure you’ve done your homework?
You lost your house key?
Stop picking on your brother!
Are you on your computer? Again?
For a while there we were having loud, shouty arguments about everything under the sun. He was prickly and defensive and not a joy to be around.
It would be easy for me to write this off as teenage hormones and tell him he needs to stop being so sensitive. It would be equally easy for me to paint myself as a blameless and suffering supermom, but I know that communication is a two-way street.
But what can I do? I do active listening. I let him fail to develop a growth mindset. I try to back away from the bubbling lava of his hormonal temper. But no matter what I do I seem to trigger more eruptions out of my tween Mt. Etna.
Something was missing. In fact, it was 2 somethings.