Have a teenage daughter and find myself wanting to explain to her how vividly I remember being her age... I remember those feelings, the craziness, the friend/guy drama. I remember the flips from angst to happiness and back in the course of a single class. I remember that realization that I could actually have a mind of my own and didn't have to have the same opinions as my parents. I remember wanting to impress people but still be my own person... All the things she's going through now.

But I hesitate to tell her because I also remember my mom telling me those same things and thinking "whatever, there's no way you could possibly understand." So for now I just listen. If she ask for advice, I try to point her to finding the solution herself instead of straight up telling her what to do. I smile on the inside when her friends tell her I'm a cool mom. And I just keep in the back of my mind that one day (should she ever have a daughter) she'll call me to vent about it like I do with my mom, and it'll all come full circle.