When she was almost five years old I dropped my daughter off in Reception class. Being a teacher myself I was quite happy with where she was going. She was fine. No problem.
Six years later I sent her off to secondary school with a small tear in my eye.
Seven years went by. I dropped her off at university. She was excited with all the possibilities.
"Bye, you can bugger off now you've helped me move my stuff into my room." although not said in words......in that offhand way...teenagers.......quick hug......phone me....
I cried all the way back down the M6.
But she was ready to fly.
It took me a couple of months to realise I had an extra room.... and possibilities.
It gets easier and hopefully you will have a well rounded person by the end of it.