I still remember the day I turned 13. (Many, many moons ago) My mom sat me down and had a talk. She said that I was now a teenager and that life was going to get harder and more complicated. She said that the teenage years are the worst in that you are expected to act like an adult, yet aren't always treated like an adult. That you don't know who to believe or follow. Who really has more knowlege? Your parents or your friends. That your body is changing and you have all these weird feelings that you don't know what they are and what to do with them. She said that there would be days that I would hate her, and she would probabably feel the same about me. BUT, that no matter what, she would always love me and be there for me and that she would be on the other end waiting for me when we could be real friends again.
She was right!
My mom isn't around anymore, but I'm sure that she's up in heaven laughing her butt off as I'm now the mother of two teenagers. Ah, a mother's revenge - Grandchildren!