Parenting Teens

I love parenting teens.  There:  I said it.  I love their sense of humor, their friends, I revel in their accomplishments, I'm blown away by their intelligence and unique gifts.  When they were little I seemed to relish what they did that seemed familiar, and felt comfort in how they fit in.  And now-maybe because of my age and sense of security-I love to see how much different they are than me, Stefan or any one else.  I'm fascinated and proud by how musical B is, how smart and world-aware E is.  I see how she's not super girly and outgoing (which stressed me out when she was younger quite honestly) is such an amazing thing.  She's the antithesis of a Drama Girl while still being kind and tactful.  B's sense of humor, his quick, dry wit is so fantastic.  I know there will be things that pop up-they're still kids after all with not a huge sense of time/responsibility/consequences.  But I feel such a sense of relaxation with them that I did not feel when they were younger.  For all I loved having babies, the snuggling, the kisses, the simple times- I did feel an underlying sense of unease.  Are they developing normally?  They seem so different than other kids-is there something else I should be doing to change/foster/control their behavior?  At this point I see they're that they're lovely, polite, smart, kind, talented young people.  I can assist with guiding and suggesting, coaching and cheerleading-but that burden (that I put upon myself and was futile anyway) of control is gone.