More laughter would be quite welcome these days. My 13th year of motherhood has been rather a rough go, with adolescence in full-swing. Long ago I learned to roll with the punches of a changing child but knowing that this too will pass isn't always comfort enough. I always joke that I have two lists of worries: the things I know I should worry about and the things it doesn't occur to me to worry about, but that I should also worry about. 7th grade has been proof of that theory.
In the end, I think that is the real challenge of motherhood: understanding that uncertainty is the only certainty. From infancy to toddlerhood and then adolescence, each year is a different parenting challenge. This last one, with its roller coaster emotions, has been a reminder to me that even as a child seeks independence, the unwavering love of a mama is more-needed than ever.
So every day I take a moment to remind my boy that I love him with all of my heart and that I feel unbelievably lucky to have him in my world. No matter how difficult the day has been, those facts are always true.