Sylvia got in the car and said she'd been in the middle of drama at school that day. "Uh oh," I said. Some girl had broken up with some boy, and he wasn't taking it well.
"But I love her!" he exclaimed.
"You're 14!" Sylvia told me she responded. "You don't know what love is yet!"
We've had our problems this year, for sure. But when it gets down to the stuff that really matters, it seems she has heard at least some of what I've tried to teach her.