I don't know when

Jake called this morning, from his car, that he was driving, with his licence and insurance. He went a did it himself. I was a bit awestruck, dare I say proud; and of what, that I finally had removed myself enough from his life to make him competent. What does that say about me or my parenting, except that I disabled my child. I really don't know here. I want for there to be a clear understanding that I want to do everything for them, but I can't, and for them to actually become adults, and productive, I have to step back, far back and let them be.