There are a few defining moments in motherhood: your baby's first steps, your baby's first words, your baby's first day of school.
Oh yes, it's that time of year where millions of moms are sending their babies to school for the very first time and the rest of us are relishing in having time to take a long, hot bath in the middle of the day. Not that I do that. Much.
For me, another defining moment was the day I dropped my baby off for preschool.
I mean, sure, I felt teary-eyed that he was going off for THE LONGEST TWO HOURS OF MY LIFE without me there to guide him but the defining moment came in the afternoon. In the carpool line.
It hit me.
"I'm in the carpool line. This is a carpool. This is something that moms do and I'M DOING IT."
I felt like I suddenly had this external validation that I was really a mom and that I must be doing something right if I had made it this far.