Originally Posted by
glowworm2k
I didn't have a curfew, but should have. There were rules, sure, but none were hard and fast. I could stay out late as long as I asked permission at least 24h beforehand (this started at around age 16). I loved, loved, loved going to concerts, so Mom would let me go as long as I could tell her what the concert was. (This did happen on school nights; she got a bit upset if I arrived home later than 2:30am on a school night.) There were sleepovers at boyfriends' homes for sure - I'd be lying to say otherwise - but I was a typical teen and would find times and places to fool around, sleepover or not. There was quite a bit of drinking, too, but Mom was very, very reluctant to enforce any rules as she was trying to use me as a bargaining chip in her separation/divorce proceedings with my Dad; she figured that by being the permissive parent, she could keep me at her house and restrict my Dad's access to me. It's really sad that she was so manipulative.... especially as it also ended up with me making some bad decisions (although none of these things that I didn't eventually overcome).
Years later I asked my Dad about all this. He told me that he had been really worried, but that Mom had threatened him that he couldn't intervene unless my 85% straight-A average dropped. Unfortunately for all 3 of us, I could get an A+ on a high school exam when showing up still half in the bag from the night before... talk about their plan backfiring :(
Long story short, make a curfew, make it reasonable, and also make it open to discussion and flexibility in advance - no change-of-plans once he's already out for the night, but giving the okay to return late in advance in my book is a-ok - there will always be a special occasion or something where it just seems like the right thing to bend the rules ;)