Me, My Teen And The Drama

I didn't write this book because I understood everything.
I wrote it precisely because, at some point, I stopped understanding.
Being a mother to a little girl is a journey full of tenderness, funny questions, hands that reach for you even in their sleep. Then, suddenly-or at least it seems that way-that little girl grows up. And you find yourself facing a teenager who doesn't seek you in the same way. Who looks at you as if you're from another planet. Who locks herself in her room and answers with "I don't know," "nothing," or, worse, with silence.
This book doesn't claim to teach. It's just the story of a mother who tried not to give up. Who made mistakes-often-with tone, words, and expectations-but who kept knocking.
Gently, without forcing. With love. With fear. With endless patience.
Because talking to a teenager is sometimes like trying to translate a language you don't know.
But when, even for a moment, you manage to really understand her-truly-then the whole journey, all the closed doors, all the tears, is worth it.
If you are a mother-or father-feeling lost in this new world your daughter is becoming, know that you are not alone. I've been there. And this is the story of how it went.
Not perfect. Not easy.
But true.
- Just an ordinary mother, like many, like you.