Over the years, each of my boys has given me a card with some version of the caveat Youngest included here. Each boy (in his turn and luckily not in the same year), has used Mother’s Day to acknowledge the strain that his teenagerdom has put on our relationship. Youngest loves me and knows that he has not necessarily been acting in the most loving way lately. I think this awareness that love involves responsibility is actually a huge developmental milestone scrawled on a piece of hotel notepaper.
And not only that, I got a backscratch out of it too.