Their stage of life defies clear categorization.

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Teens exist in the murky space between youth and maturity—and in decades past, when the teen babysitter was a staple of American life, adults seemed to understand that. They recognized, my colleague Faith Hill writes in a new essay, that the teen babysitter “was grown-up enough to be an extra eye in the home—but childlike enough to go looking for snacks.”

Faith reports that, today, the teen babysitter has all but disappeared: Many parents now believe that kids who are 12 or 13, once a standard babysitting age, shouldn’t even be left alone at home. “People seem to worry less about adolescents and more for them, and for their future prospects,” she writes.

As Faith traces the decline of the teen babysitter, she hits on the particular nuances of adolescence. Adolescents are intelligent, reckless, ambitious, naive. And, as I wrote in this newsletter last year, everyday life experiences—eating lunch, talking to other human beings, deciding what to wear—carry tremendous emotional intensity at that age. Their stage of life defies clear categorization, but, as Faith notes, they can be capable of more than adults give them credit for.

On Adolescent Brains

Don’t Tell America the Babysitter’s Dead

By Faith Hill

For decades, sitting was both a job and a rite of passage. Now it feels more like a symbol of a bygone American era.

Read the article.

Teen Brains Are Perfectly Capable

By Emily Underwood

Teenagers have plenty of cognitive control. They just don’t always use it.

Read the article.

We’re Missing a Key Driver of Teen Anxiety

By Derek Thompson

A culture of obsessive student achievement and long schoolwork hours can make kids depressed.

Read the article.

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P.S.

If you’d like to spend time with those on the cusp of adulthood for just a bit longer, I recommend my colleague Amy Weiss-Meyer’s profile of Judy Blume—or, as Amy dubs her, “the poet laureate of puberty.”

— Isabel