Any conversation between mothers of teenage boys naturally turns towards the vexed question of how to keep them safe.
I’ve written in a previous post of my risk-taking sons. A harm minimisation approach was the only workable solution and (so far) it’s been effective.
When I got the call every mother dreads, I was in my dressing gown.
It was my husband, telling me our 20-year-old son had driven his car through a neighbour’s brick fence. He was unhurt. There was structural damage to the house. He had a blood alcohol level of 0.11.