There is a particular parenting tightrope that nobody prepares you for. On one side: your
teenage son's skin is suffering, his confidence is taking the hit, and you know that three
minutes in the morning would make a material difference. On the other: he is fifteen, he is
mortifying to speak to about anything personal, and the last time you mentioned his face he
looked at you as though you had suggested he wear a onesie to school.
So you say nothing. And the skin gets worse. And the confidence quietly erodes.
Here’s the thing: you’re probably overthinking it.
The Mother's Guide to Not Making It Weird
