I know this is how things should be, I am so, so proud of the man that my baby boy has become, I really am, but I need a little minute to just wallow.
He was badly bullied at school, so I home schooled from 13, he went to college to get qualifications, has completed 4 years and has got himself onto a brilliant uni course, I am actually amazed at what he's pulled himself through, including nursing me through cancer, looking after his siblings, working and college at the same time.
He is my absolute hero and an inspiration to his siblings.
What am I going to do without him though?
It's so hard to imagine a day without seeing him.
It's going to be amazing for him to get away from here and start fresh, he is going to smash his course, and do brilliantly in life, but, I am going to miss him so very much.
I just don't know what I'm supposed to be feeling just now, and I can't think about his room being empty without bursting into tears.
Man this parenting adults thing is hard and confusing and heartbreaking and exciting and full of pride all at once.
Any tips from seasoned pros of this adult kid malarkey?