I remember how important it was as a teenager to spend time with your friends. I'm not that ancient to have forgotten that your character is built when you are away from the safety of your home and making decisions on your own. My mother must have felt the same way I am feeling now. I think I was only home to eat and sleep. Please don't assume that I have no control...I know who they are with, where they are going, but I rarely say "no" just to say "no" merely to assert a control over them when they are spreading their wings preparing to fly. (Plus, we have cell phones now. How did my parents survive this without them?)
It is funny when they want something how all of a sudden I become "mommy" again. What manipulators they are! They know that I am lamenting the loss of their childhood, that remembering their chubby cheeks and wet kisses brings tears to my eyes. Calling me mommy just brings back those memories and in that instant I'm willing to give them anything they want.... Even let them walk all over me.