When Tenley was in kindergarten, her school held a “Christmas store” where items were sold at prices very friendly to children. The kids created lists of who they wanted to buy for and when they went to the store, they could cover several family members with $10 (including gift wrapping). When I picked Tenley up from after school the day of her “shopping” trip, she couldn’t wait to share the gift she had bought me. (When my husband is anywhere around, we get lectures about how gift opening should be saved for the actual holiday, yada yada yada.) He’s the only family member who feels that way. Even he would have been won over by her enthusiasm that day. She was so proud to introduce the bluebird of happiness into my life, and was anxious to know whether or not I loved it (I did and I do). He lit on my desk and has been there for nine years:

Wife of one, Mom of two, Friend of many. My pronouns are she/her/hers.
Yes, the teenage years (and all of motherhood actually) are not for wimps (my mom has this on a magnet on her refrigerator – motherhood is not for wimps – and it's so true.) Do keep looking ahead to the finished product – it'll all be worth it someday. At first our condition for Jillian and Kevin having Facebooks is that we be their friends so we could keep on eye on what's going on. That's the whole reason I got a Facebook account in the first place. After a while, we ended up actually making them give us their passwords when we discovered that some of their “friends” were posting some highly objectionable content. I repeat, the teenage years are not for wimps. 🙁
There is an old saying that God made teenagers so, that you would not miss them when it was time for them to leave the nest (laugh).
Seriously, I am with Susan, you might want to consider enforcing the friend rule on fb with your daughter for no other reason than to monitor, Don't reply to her updates online…don't interfer, just monitor. if there is something that becomes objectionable. then confront it.
One of the toughest things for parents to deal with at this age, is the relationship with your child(ren) is being a parent not a friend.
I have raised one teenager (and preparing for the next one) and there were tough times…they come through it, so do you, and you both live to talk about it 🙂
Wonderful! I feel it, just starting to heat up now 🙂
You know how I feel about this Paula. If you are lucky enough that your kids allow you to be their “friend” on Facebook, a parent must be totally invisible – always – even when you have something nice to say!