giving up control

I wonder if my parents felt like this when I got my driver's license?
Watching Number One Son take off down the street w/o me in the passenger seat as friend and confidant (more like nagging back seat driver) was one of the hardest things to do today. He passed his test yesterday, making only 6 errors during the drive - compared to the 12 I made waaayyyy back in 1976.
Now the only things I have to worry about are: higher insurance, buying more gas, snogging in the back seat, and the inevitable "Dad - I think I'm lost!"
Hide your daughters - Wild Red's kid is on the prowl!