Someone once told me that the preteen years are the calm before the storm of the more tumultuous teen years.  As a mother of a 12 year old boy, I often wonder how this can be the calm and what survival skills are needed in preparation for the storm.  My son’s starting to show independence by confiding in his peers while pushing away from me.  It doesn’t take a Weatherman to smell rain.  As a solution for keeping the communication lines open, I plan on having at least one weekly meal around the table. A lot can be said, while breaking bread.