
A game that I often recommend to families with teenagers is called Boss. This game encourages families to have fun with one another and to see the world through each other's eyes. Best of all, family members discover sides of each other that have gone untouched for too long. Parents, in particular, often have a glimpse of their teenager displaying some level of mastery that catches them by surprise.
Boss is a simple game with simple rules. Pick a block of time, usually two hours or more, then divide that by the number of people playingthat's the amount of time each person has. It's ideal when the whole family can play together, but if they can't, make do with those you have. If you have two hours and four people are playing, each person is allotted thirty minutes. Each player then draws a straw, or by some other random process picks one of the four blocks of timefirst half-hour, second half-hour, third half-hour, or fourth half-hour. During your block of time, you are the boss and in charge of what you do as a group. These are the only two guidelines: You can't pick an activity that goes against someone's morals or that endangers anyone's health; and when you are not the boss, you must enthusiastically go along with whatever activity the boss has chosen.
Ken (thirteen years old) took us into the basement and proceeded to play his electric guitar for his "adoring fans." That's right, he had us play his groupies. Although it was way too loud for me, I must admit that by the end I could see how much he loved playing music; and not only that, I realized that he was turning into a handsome young man with lots of stage presence. At the conclusion of his block, my wife stepped in and announced that we were all marching up to the kitchen where we were going to prepare dinner while she oversaw our work. She had us make brouchetta, Caesar salad, crab cakes, corn on the cob, and ice cream sundaes for dessert. Ironically, she worked harder than any of us by just trying to keep up with our questions and our general bumblingat least for me, but my daughter and son were much better than I was. And we actually spent lots of that time laughing with each other, at each other, and at ourselves.
Best of all, when her block ended, dinner was ready and we all shared a wonderful feast. Of course, minutes after dinner was over, Nan was on the phone with a friend and Ken was heading out the back door to meet some buddies. Nonetheless, my wife and I hung out at the dining room table drinking an extra glass of wine and basking in one another's company.
Copyright © 2003 by Michael Riera. Excerpted from Staying Connected to Your Teenager with permission of its publisher, Perseus Books Group, Inc. All rights reserved.
To order this book visit perseusbooksgroup.com.© 2000-2009 Pearson Education, Inc. All Rights Reserved.