I've come to think of teenage years as a 'training ground’ - sacred space between childhood and adulthood where both teens and parents learn, grow, and sometimes stumble and explode. Who am I kidding?  We constantly stumble, tantrum, and hit rock bottom, only to scale great heights of success and celebration moments or days later. If we’re consciously aware and have our own healing, boundaries and values in check, we can survive those moments without too many scars. If we’re wholesome and healed from our own experiences of childhood and adolescence then we hold keys to awareness and an ability to guide our children authentically and consciously. But in the business of todays world, simply getting an agreement on the most basic thing like emptying the dishwasher or taking out the rubbish can cause chaos, however on the odd occasion when it goes seamlessly, we can feel so grateful and elated by the breadcrumbs of agreeability. These victories punctuate our days between consuming thoughts of hopelessness and exhaustion, running away from our own lives or divorcing our kids!  Ahh the avalanche of guilt!