"Here comes my lazy dad. Look at him, trying to work the camera. 
			He's so stupid."In shock, I turned around to face a 13-year-old 
			boy and said, "The man is a saint simply for putting up with you." 
			Another mom standing near me said, "A man who works 40 hours a 
			week to take care of his family is anything but lazy." 
			The boy smirked but was unrepentant. I looked at him closely to 
			see whether there was any basis for this level of disrespect. 
			He was dressed well. He was clean. He had no black eye, no fat 
			lip, no bruises or other visible signs of neglect or abuse. His dad 
			obviously cared enough to come to this boy's sporting event and was 
			proud enough to take pictures of him. For those reasons and the fact 
			that he'd never received the "attitude adjustment" that he so 
			eloquently asked for, the boy owed his father respect. 
			There was so much I wanted to say to that boy. So much he needed 
			to hear. So much that many teens need to hear. 
			
			  
			Don't get me wrong. I, too, remember thinking that my parents 
			were too strict, a little weird and woefully uninformed when I was a 
			know-it-all teenager. I thought they were from a different planet, 
			but they didn't know it. I remember thinking all that, but I would 
			never have said that to anyone other than a family member. Even 
			then, only if I was feeling particularly snarky. And Lord help 
			anyone else who might say anything disrespectful about my parents. I 
			would have cleaned their clock. 
			The problem seems to be that kids have trouble accepting that 
			their parents are human. Parents are not the superheroes of their 
			children's elementary years any longer. By middle school, this fact 
			is slowly asserting itself into their little brains. Their parents 
			have faults and issues like everyone else -- surprise! Because the 
			idol worship is being replaced by reason, the parents inevitably 
			fall off the pedestal they were unknowingly placed upon and 
			become... ordinary. 
			This process may be a shock to a kid. Their parents aren't really 
			all that amazing; the kid just thought they were. Now the teen is 
			suddenly angry at his parents for being ordinary. 
			What teenagers never seem to grasp is that these ordinary people 
			are, indeed, extraordinary in one very important way: their awesome 
			love for their children. This extraordinary love transcends every 
			harsh word, every act of rebellion and every stupid mistake their 
			children make. This extraordinary love is unconditional. It will be 
			there until the end of time, no matter how hateful the teenager 
			decides to be. 
			
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			  These ordinary parents have done extraordinary things for their 
			children, over and over again, all in the name of love, and in spite 
			of their child's behavior. They do not ask for anything in return. 
			In fact, there are innumerable acts of love that their children 
			never think about, or even know about. These are acts that teens and 
			young adults may never reflect upon until they, too, are the parents 
			of an ungrateful child.  
			The thing about your parent that you think you can't tolerate is 
			small potatoes when compared with what he or she has done for you. 
			Even now, in the midst of your intolerance, they would, without 
			question, move heaven and earth for you, if you needed them. They 
			are your staunchest ally in this capricious world. 
			The smart-mouthed twit who had the nerve to bad-mouth the only 
			member of the human race who was willing to feed and clothe his 
			sorry behind made me so angry! What would have happened to that boy 
			if his father didn't feel like trading his hard-earned money for the 
			things that would keep his impudent child alive? 
			I thought the brainless wretch should be picked up and dropped on 
			his thick head in a snowbank in Siberia. He might finally recognize 
			his amazing good fortune in having been born to an ordinary dad who 
			loves him.  
			I thought harshly of him, of course, because he isn't my kid. 
			
			  
			If he were my kid, I wouldn't be angry. I would be thoroughly, 
			crushingly... heartbroken. But he would never know... 
			
            [By LAURA SNYDER] 
            Laura Snyder is a nationally syndicated 
			columnist, author and speaker. You can reach her at
			lsnyder@lauraonlife.com 
			or visit www.lauraonlife.com 
			for more info. Note: 
			Laura Snyder is suspending her column for an indefinite time due to 
			a series of health-related events in the family. 
			
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