As my oldest son gets older, my worries have changed. I have no answers, only questions.
I thought as the kids got older, the worries would be easier (yes, I was delusional) but they certainly aren't. I can no longer control his behaviour (still delusional if I thinking I could ever control it). I can only give advice, even when unsolicited, and hope he makes the right decisions.
This learning curve is steep, I tell ya. And somehow I don't see it leveling off anytime soon.