I realised how far we'd come when DS1 told me, 2-3 weeks into his 'end of Y1 uni' summer hols, that 'I wasn't to take this the wrong way' but he missed the fun and socialisation of uni.
My heart sang. It's fantastic to have him home, he's liking it (meals laid on, washing done, the odd lift) but the fact he'd rather be at uni makes me proud.
He went at 19 having fecked up Y12, restart, BTEC (which was the making of him); we overspent big time in a 'gold bracelet' for Freshers, Access All Areas- which he barely used, as he is not a social person, really. But he's got a nice, solid bunch of mates around him now, heading into a 4 person shared house, Y2.
However, I recognise that I am very fortunate in that I am well supported with a good, decent DH and DS2 (who is doing a Foundation Year in Art to get into the best design university in 2020). I am also not over-emotional, so could feel the 'pain' of DS1 going off to uni, but know he'd be home soon, and that I could do other stuff with my time. I didn't cry, THO I acknowledge DS1 is only 25 miles away- and silently cheered when DS2 rejected the 450 miles away uni for his course... he wants 80 miles away, London...
I do worry a bit for the 'my DD is my best friend' poster. Many years on here demonstrates how that can wreck DD marriages.