@aprilsimnel, @bythebay, and @Eambos, thank you for your kind comments. I don’t want to hijack the thread, but I would add just a little bit of explanation here.
My son started sneaking off to raves when he was 14. He had always been an honest kid and we trusted him, and here all of a sudden he was sneaking, lying, disappearing all night, hanging out with dangerous-looking types who scared us. Grounding and other measures had no effect. We had a terrible year and a half.
What saved us in the end was that we had always been able to talk to each other (thanks to a long custom of bedtime chats begun when he was four).
I sat down with him with an open mind and tried to discover what there was about this scene that meant so much to him. (At other times I had asked him to play me some music that he loved and tell me what he thought made it good.) He tried to explain to me about the vibe, and finally he just said, “Why don’t you come with me and see for yourself?” Pretty big gulp, because I was frightened. I thanked him and said I’d think about it. I knew it was a major test.
It was Bob Dylan who pushed me. I was a teenager myself when this song came out: “The Times They Are A-Changin’.” I heard this verse in a new way, from the other side:
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’.
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’.
I went off to my room and played the CD, and through my tears I said to myself: “If I don’t believe it now, I didn’t really believe it then.” And I went back and said yes.
And here is the deal we came to, after all our talking: You don’t sneak around and lie to us about where you’re going and what you’re doing, and we don’t make you sorry you told us.
That wasn’t the end of the rough moments, but it put us where we needed to be. And our relationship has been solid ever since.