Autonomy at its finest

I still have the wonderful privilege of living with my parents. Both are still young at heart and want nothing more than to see their children succeed in life. Now that I've finished my studies, started work and is earning salary, they have willfully granted me something every child eventually longs for: independence. I am free to make my own personal and financial decisions, they allow me to loan for a car, coming home late becomes normal, they tolerate me being a smoker, they allow me to pursue my music plans; all of which I am deeply grateful for. To have their consent on these matters become the single most valuable thing to me as it highlights the level of trust that me and them have achieved, whether intentionally or otherwise. And this becomes all the more reason I wish to succeed even more, to show them that they have not done all this in vain. 

How must it feel to raise a child knowing of all the dangers that await them?