I don't regret it at all. They're grown now and I'm a grandma, and my only wish is that I'd had another one!
When they were teenagers my credo was "Someone in this house might die today and it will NOT be me."
They tease me about the rants I went on but I think they love me. Okay, there was that one time when my son snuck in the back gate DRUNK and passed out on a pool chaise. We couldn't find him, none of his friends knew where he was and (remember these) he didn't respond to my paging him.
I found him at 4 AM and rolled the chaise right into the pool. He woke up quick. The final insult was that I took his pager and made him watch while I crushed it with a hammer.
I've calmed down a lot since the late 90's.. But I love them with all my heart.
Haha. My best friend at 16 "ran away" and stayed in my room for three days. My mom would come in, sit on my other bed, and say "his parents are worried sick about him, do you know where he is?". I would say no, when he was laying under the bed two feet below her.