[sangnoir]

> This was during day time in a very large, safe city, (with ample access to public transportation, police officers, etc)

Knowing your kids location isn't something you always need, but when you do, you need it badly. Anything can happen in a 'large, safe city' - such as being run over. Parents knowing where you are when you don't turn up at home at the agreed time is OK with me.

My other question is: are you a parent yet? When you become a parent, your brain gets rewired, you start worrying about things you never worried about before.

[POTUS]

>such as being run over.

Ahhh here's the thing though, in such a case you don't really need their location right that second. There's nothing you can do. They will be taken to a hospital and will be taken care of. Of course you would love to be there for you children the second they are in pain, just like when they fell on their face when they just started walking, but you don't need to. As a parent you have to accept that from when your kids get into their teenage years they will start to become independent, they will have experiences (good or bad) without you and they will be just fine. Or they won't be fine. But you certainly couldn't have prevented them getting run over, getting robbed, abducted or raped by having constant access to their location.

>you start worrying about things you never worried about before.

And you always will worry, trust me. Even when your kids turn 30, you still worry. You have to try to look at this objectively instead of with your feelings, people start being independent and there's nothing you can do about it. You will have to learn to let them go. What's next, do you want body function trackers installed so you can check their heart rate to see if they're still alive or their glucose level to see if they have already had their lunch yet?

[mentalpiracy]

Anecdote about independence nearing 30: I went home to see my mom for Thanksgiving. Ended up staying a week longer than intended after getting the flu, at her suggestion - and I wasn't fit to complain. Few days later and feeling better, instead of a return train she insists on driving me back home (3 hours one way). Like, mom you're awesome and I love you but honestly - NOPE - to the point of a full first-middle-last name dressing down that I was her child goddammit and that was the end of it.

My point to GP here is this: growing into adulthood is a give and take in both directions. You have to give your newly emerging mini-adults enough space to fail, recover, adapt, and learn - and yes, potentially get injured too, as horrible as that mere chance might seem.

If you don't do this, you're interfering with their chance to learn resiliency and self-reliance.

And anecdotally, they'll maybe be less likely to willingly stick around as adults and allow you to indulge your parental worries, once in a while.