Tonight, as I trained my five year old how to wipe his bum by himself, I teared up a bit, sighed with relief and said, "Thank You, Jesus."
Y'all, these are big victories for everyone.
There's not one parent out there who grieves when their little precious doesn't call them into the bathroom anymore to clean them.
This whole parenting thing is a marathon, not a sprint, we hear. Well, we just passed another mile marker here, folks.
Next on the agenda:
1) Getting into the car without reenacting every WWF match ever recorded.
2) Everyone actually remembering to replace the empty toilet paper roll. Who am I kidding? Anyone in addition to me.
3) The couch surfing to stop before someone catches a big wave, falls, requiring either a cast or stitches.
4) Getting the library books back before the fine is the same amount as our mortgage payment.
These are the victories that no one ever tells you about.
And no one admitted to until now.