mothers and daughters

Round two- I am blessed.

When she's five, I'm a goddess. She smeared her face with my lipstick and modeled my earrings and high heels, wanting to be just like me. That's the way it is until they're about 13, when I suddenly become the most ignorant, out-of-touch creature on the planet, and you can't get far enough away from me. Your primary form of interaction for the next five years or so will be a single word, "Mooooooooooooommmmmmm!" And then, somewhere between their 20's and 30's, if I'm lucky, 
(and I AM!) 
she becomes 
my best friend again.