Ooh this is like going to confession. We have four sons. Eldest never any bother, happily married, great father and successful career. Number two, difficult child, all treading on eggshells throughout teens, bad tempered but always generous and, being a tall lad, was the champion of the bullied and the underdog which often got him in to trouble, failed marriage but good dad and successful career, often troubled but not in trouble, also very artistic.
Number three, bundle of fun, no trouble, solid marriage, lovely dad, most thoughtful.
Number four, where do I start, wild child, often in trouble, twice brought the police to our door (embarrassing for policeman dad), minor drug offence, speeding fines galore, different girl every week even when married apparently. He is now the most respectable, successful, kind and generous man. A great dad and my go to son if I need an ear. Finally in a lovely relationship, one year and counting so holding my breath that he doesn’t screw up this one.
As for friends, most share their problems. Only one has perfect children, if only she knew what I know, perhaps she does, I won’t ask.