Parenting teenagers is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I finally understand why my parents have an aversion to this stage in life. They rapidly alternate from being these delightful, funny almost adult people to doing things that have me questioning everything I’ve ever known.  They are the very definition of dialectical. (Thank you therapy) They will, in the same day, be the epitome of happy-go-lucky, then swing over to absolutely broken and the world is the worst. They embody “big emotions.”  And it’s exhausting.  And most of us are too afraid to talk about HOW EXHAUSTING TEENAGERS ARE. At least in public. It’s much cooler to brag about how…