A few months ago, my daughter Christy scored three tickets to see Al Gore speak at a sold-out event at her college. She invited a close friend and me. I was excited to see Al Gore speak about global warming, but even more excited about the fact that she wanted me to go with her.Our relationship has had it's ups and downs over the years and sometimes it feels as if we live on different planets. Her planet is populated with energetic young college students who study all day, party all night and fight for justice in between. They can't relate to the people on my planet, who are mostly tired. But every once in a while, we all get together and find some common ground. For Christy and I, our common ground is politics. Her views are still evolving, a bit less developed, but they are most definitely heading in the same direction as mine.
I suspect this meeting of the minds surprises her more than it does me. Her carefully constructed image of me as a clueless parent has slowly given way to a grudging respect. I've been living for a long time in the world she wants to change and we have found ourselves on the same side of many issues. For the first time in many years, she wants to know what I think about things. We are still worlds apart when it comes to boys and music, but at least we will always have Al Gore.
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