So today I experienced a major milestone in mothering. Oh to be sure, I've certainly felt like a mother this whole time, but I knew I was missing out on a key component.
Now, now I can finally hold my head up high, secure in the knowledge that I have now joined thousands, if not millions of other mothers in this experience.
Yes, today I groggily rolled out of bed to turn on the television for Mr. Personality, since our morning ritual is for him to watch a limited amount of television while his father sleeps.
And I plopped down on the sofa, blithely ignorant of what was waiting for me. Or specifically, waiting for my butt.
A green toy soldier, and of course he was holding a bayonet.
I feel complete.