It doesn’t quite hit you until you’re filling out yet another university open day form or helping them apply for part-time jobs, when suddenly it’s there, staring back at you in bold: this is your child’s last year as a minor. Raising a teen means moments like this, watching the little person who once clutched your hand in the primary school car park now borrow your clothes, use all your make-up, mutter something unintelligible before 10 am, and keep one foot already out the door.