1:1 time with each kid.  New Year’s resolution.  Somehow it happens more naturally with my daughter, 10.  We just find ourselves together.  My son and I used to find ourselves together.  Building Lego houses.  Making caterpillar homes.  Shooting hoops.  Now at 4 inches shorter than he, I’m barely lucky to block his shot, with no hope ever to scoot past him with a soccer or football.  My only hope is to win the tiebreaker in ping-pong. He’s 13, and 1:1 time is just different now. How about breakfast out?  A date with my son.  He just adores a good plate of Belgian waffles and bacon.  That’s it.  Our first official New Year’s Resolution Date. Uh-oh.  What do we talk about?  I mean, we spend time doing things together.  We’re together as a family.  But this new 1:1 time . . . with my teenage son . . . at breakfast . . . is a little new. With my quiet and independent guy (“thanks, Mom, but I’ve really got it all covered,”), most questions about …