I dunno, my kids are cut from the same cloth as myself, so I'm not fool enough to believe that my kids will be angels during their teen years. I was a wild child growing up (as much as one possibly could be a wild child in rural WV
) My mother developed ulcers because of her worrying about me. The only form of entertainment where I grew up was beer and sex, and I partook in both with great enthusiasm. I didn't have self esteem issues. Quite the opposite. I thought I was queen bee (still do for that matter
) I knew better than my parents, and they were simply too old and boring to really know what life was about. I'm sure my kids are going to think exactly the same thing about me.
God forbid my child comes home pregnant, or (in my boys case) impregnates some girl. But it happens not only to lousy parents, but to perfect parents as well. You simply do the best you can and do a lot of praying!