Hardest part of motherhood

I saw a meme today that said "No one tells you that the hardest part of motherhood is when your kids grow up" . I got choked up, the little boy looked just like my son. My oldest moved away at 19 under so much turmoil that it felt like I was breaking up with my son, The only interaction I have is getting him to take over his bills, mobile phone, car insurance.. etc. I still have hope we will have happy reunion someday but from the last interaction... I won't hold my breath... He is fueled by so much hate it's sad.  The best part is I still have his brother who is growing up way too fast, I thought I would have a little more time since they

are 4 years apart. But I received a text the other day "I hate you", at first I laughed because he was mad that I was making him do his homework and he needed a 3.0 before he could go to Homecoming.  I thought, GREAT! I'm doing my job. But later when he bolted out the house and didn't want to spend anytime at home (unless I was willing to spend some money on him: clothes, trips or food) especially if I was asking him to do a house project. I realized, there goes #2 son. It's just so fast, now it's all about girls, getting his first car, hanging with the guys and giggling over the lastest group txt message or snap chat video... Smile... so totally normal but still difficult.  I am very thankful he is putting his school work at a high priority, he's trying to get his first job and he's a generally happy kid. I'll take the little moments; like him making homemade pizza on his own and put them in a special place in my heart and on Facebook of course... ha ha ha

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