Don’t remember a time when my mother did not wait up for me to get home. Didn’t matter what age. Became an opportunity to talk about the evening and matters generally. Learned a lot, plus received an opportunity for a moral compass of sorts, which was not always used.
Issue is still current, though seems to be referenced to teenage years only. Lots of missed opportunities if the waiting ends.
I wait up, for anyone supposed to be coming back.