31 days of Little Things - Waiting for the bus

I have taken to waiting for the morning bus with my son.  He is 14 and conversation doesn't come easy.  There are things he wants to share with me but it is hard.  So I wait and listen.  He opens up a little out there in the darkness waiting for the bus as I hold my coffee trying to warm my hands. It is our little bit of time. I try not to say much.This is when I hear what is going on in his life. He doesn't need me to say anything but just to be there.  The hardest thing in parenting I found is to just listen and not direct or advise. There is certainly a time and place for that but not in this early morning dawn.