I’m a Mama. It’s my favorite name, my favorite job. But I’m in some new territory. My kids are tweens and teens- and I’m finding this stage a lot more challenging than the “terrible twos” they warn you about. I have a 15-year-old son, a 12.5-year-old daughter and a 9.5-year-old son. If you add all those years up, it’s a combined 37 years of parenting them. Also, I’m 37 years old. Maybe this is the problem- they are about to surpass me.