I have a teenager. She is the most adorable, beautiful, understanding polite child and I love her so much.
But then she will take on the mantle of the Wicked Witch of the West all of a sudden. She will become intolerable - unable to speak to me, desperate to get out of my sight.
I wonder if it is drugs, or alcohol or maybe even just lack of sleep. My husband tells me it is more to do with the chemicals in her brain and that I should try to understand that.
I do. I remember how it feels. When you haven’t quite gotten used to your body, or the way it looks, or how to dress.
The feeling that I would much rather have played with Lego than hang about outside the chip shop to meet boys. But to the chip shop I would go, because otherwise I would have been different. No one really wants to be different as a teenager, or an adult for that matter.
It is not easy being young (it never was), I dread to think what my Facebook feed would have revealed to me after a night out with my friends.
There is no advice here. I am as in the dark as my daughter is. For me it is about being a mum of a teenager whose hormones are running wild. All I can do is love her to the best of my ability.