I like to think I have a really good relationship with Son. And that, with just the mildest prompting, he gives me a reasonably detailed picture of his life, emotions, successes and failures. He and his friends are all well mannered and seem quite content to have dinner with Husband and I (or are amazingly clever at hiding their boredom if not). So we are very happy to have teenagers in our house. Last night we all tucked into paella and Sainsbury’s Taste the Difference Chocolate and Sea salted caramel gateau, the wine and conversation flowed, there was lots of laughing. Lovely. Son puffed on his fake cigarette (very realistic and, apparently, the cool thing to do these days) and all was well with the world. After dinner teenagers went to Son’s end of house to chill. Husband and I went to bed. But I couldn’t sleep. What were they doing? Innocently chatting and watching a DVD? Or getting horribly drunk? Taking drugs? Watching porn? Having wild sex? My imagination ran riot. The trouble is, they are adults now and need to be respected as such. Just because my mind was buzzing with negative thoughts and worries, did not mean that they were up to anything. It is a hard thing to let go of, an apron string. Anyhow, this morning they are tucking into French toast, bacon and coffee and look happy, healthy and well-adjusted. So, am I worrying over nothing? Or should I be more concerned with how many calories were in that scrummy gateau? Anyone with teenagers got a view?