Many of us repurpose memories of childhood struggle into anxiety about our kids' futures. Eyeing them in the rearview mirror, or as they drop their book bags by the door, we scan their faces for the answer to one question: "Were you happy today?"
As I wrapped by scarf tighter around me and put my hands inside my poncho for warmth, I brought my teenager to mind. He was my question. What would improve our relationship? How do I make our everyday more loving and less adversarial?