Its slightly surreal, isn't it, that moment when your little baby becomes an independant person. You feel so proud of how they are growing up, and so sad they don't need you the same anymore, and so relieved they don't need you the same anymore, and slightly guilty for feeling relieved they don't need you the same anymore...
My moment came Kiya's first day of kindy: we got there, I opened the gate, and she took off yelling "Bye, Mummy!" over her shoulder!
Definitly crushing to my ego!