No one ever told me how good it would feel to finish a cup of coffee while it’s still hot. Or to fold a load of laundry the same day I washed it. Or to finally, finally get my kid to try a bite of broccoli without a full-blown meltdown.

In the early days of motherhood, I measured success by big milestones—sleeping through the night, potty training, hitting growth charts. But now? I celebrate the tiny wins.

Because motherhood is built on the quiet moments. The high-fives after a tantrum ends. The whispered I love you’s at bedtime. The way we keep showing up, over and over, even when no one’s clapping.

So today, I’m raising my lukewarm mug to all of us making magic out of the mundane. The tiny wins matter. Especially on the big days.