On having artistic sons

We have three sons, Philip, 27; Tyler, 25; and Raymond, 19. All three are creative, which can be a gift and a curse. As adults, they may not enjoy the feeling of security that a job with a weekly paycheck brings. That's scary for parents. But hopefully, they will love what they do for the rest of their lives, and make enough money to pay their bills. When our boys were growing up, we encouraged them to chase their dreams, to chase them hard, even while we worried that their dreams might be a sure path to poverty. Our oldest son dreamed of being an illustrator and cartoonist. I think Phil is right on the cusp of finding success. His website is great. Our middle son, Tyler, dreamed of being a writer. He is attending University of Pittsburgh in the MFA creative writing program. He had a short story recently published in Redivider, a literary journal published by Emerson College. Ray, our baby, is a talented musician who plays drums and guitar. The Syracuse police came to his show last night and shut it down. The cops weren't music fans, I guess. 
Do we worry about them? You bet we do. But for now, I'm not worried that they will be filled with bitter regrets over what might have been.