Y’all, I have dreaded potty training ever since I realized that potty training boot camp was a thing. I kept looking at weekends on the calendar that I could take an extra day off work or there was a built in Monday holiday HOPING for a long weekend that might coincide with a weekend that my toddler might be ready to potty train. A good weekend never became evident.
Then my son’s play school teacher mentioned that they have been sitting on the potty but that my son wasn’t doing anything. A few weeks later, Miss Becca (names have been changed to protect the innocent) said that my squirt had pooped on the potty twice. She said to bring underwear the next week. On the inside I was FREAKING OUT. Not because I was sad my baby was growing up… rather because I didn’t want to beholden to a potty every 20 minutes. I was thinking about cross country flights and DC weeks for work and running errands every weekend. Selfishly, I wasn’t READY for my son to be potty trained. I loved the ease of pull ups and diapers. BUT he was ready. So, reluctantly, I caved.
The next week we brought the undies that “Santa” left in his stocking … then a few days went by with no potty accidents. Then a few more. Then there were a couple of rough days.
But, y’all, he was ready. We had a long weekend with lots of pull ups … then a FULL week with no potty accidents at school. I was elated and defeated in one blow.
Mardi Gras break arrived. I was anticipating regression and ready to embrace a trip back to diaper life. Two days in pull ups for parades and fun, and HE KEPT ASKING TO GO POTTY. Y’ALL.
Despite my best efforts and all my desire for convenience, he was potty trained.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not taking credit in ANY WAY. It was all his school and his own little self. I was ready to delay, put off, avoid, and downright NOT potty train. He had other ideas.
A few days later his potty seat arrived, he grabbed it out of my hands and put it on the toilet … and sat and tinkled and pooped immediately (don’t believe me, ask my best friend who watched in as much awe as I did). Since that fateful day we have had a couple of accidents, but nothing that compares to the horror and dread I anticipated. He actually LIKES to potty. He looks forward to putting on big boy underwear. He is growing up.
I have dreaded this day for a lot of reasons … but you know what, I’m excited to embrace this new stage. I have cancelled my Amazon Subscribe and Save subscription. We have new Star Wars underwear coming for Easter. Y’all, I didn’t potty train my son. This is one of a million little victories I have experienced despite myself.
And I’m going to take it. The good Lord has been gracious to me time and time again, and I recognize His goodness in this. Meanwhile, I’m gonna take my squirt to do something fun to celebrate.
I can confirm that he did, in fact, snatch that potty seat from your hands and get right to “business”, so to speak.
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