There are eras of the parenting experience that are very painful.
When we had kids we talked a lot about if having kids made you happier, and a common response we got from parents is "the highs are higher and the lows are lower." I'm in the middle of a low low, and I think we should be more open about how hurtful this part of it is. This sums up what I mean:
When my son was 4-ish, it was raining one day (we live where there isn't much rain) so I took him out of school and put him in a raincoat and booties and we spent the day splashing in puddles at the park with hot chocolate after. He giggled and smiled and loved it. The light on his face could have powered the planet. I'd never been more content or happier. I'd discovered the meaning of life.
My son is now 15. Conversations with him are short. When he gets home from school he often doesn't even bother to say hello, he just goes to sit with the TV. Sometimes we do stuff together, but I can't remember the last time he was happy to see me. Maybe I'm soft, but now when I think of those fun days when he was little I'm fighting back tears. This is awful.
I was warned that this is what teenage years are like, that they don't really appreciate you again until after college. But this is more upsetting than I'd expected. This is normal for teenagers I'm sure but what is normal for parents going through it? Am I pathetic? Is anyone else crushed by this part?