It hit me a few years ago that whenever I left the house to go hang out, my parents had no way of really knowing where I truly was. I know that when I left the house I said I was going to hang out, with a vague statement about where I would be. I would have been hanging out on the corner, in the park, sometimes at the schoolyard, or even down by Shore Road. I was probably doing at least three things that I should not have been doing. My Mom set a curfew and I was as punctual as a fine watch. I figured that as long as I was on time and it was all good.
That worked for me until we had kids......I really don't know how my Mom did it.
I guess it is about letting go and hoping that you taught them well.
I'll stand by your side