By Jennifer Strain
Ah, the joys of potty training.
After what seemed like years of dirty diapers I
decided my child was ready to be potty trained. It
would be a piece of cake right? After all, they make
it look so easy on t.v. Just a few days of easy
coaching then voila, your child is sporting the
newest super hero underwear. Boy was I mislead!
My first step was to find the
appropriate toddler attire. By now diapers were too
tight and training pants were a hassle. After many
exhausting days I decided to go with the 'bare'
essentials. In other words I only dressed my child
from the waist up. It worked great at home, but
outings became a little scary. Ever wonder why the
once sociable mothers drop from sight? You can
safely bet they're potty training.
My next step was potty shopping.
After seeing the wide-eyed, terrified look on my
toddler's face when he looked at the toilet I knew I
had to find him a smaller, friendlier version. The
first potty I brought home was rejected completely.
He accepted the second one, not as a potty though.
He transformed it into a miniature toy box. After
days of negotiation my toddler and I agreed on a
potty, and after a few weeks I even got him to sit
on it!
Nineteen months and numerous
bottles of aspirin later my child is finally potty
trained. I now feel I could do anything. What's
next, teaching him how to tie his shoelaces? Piece
of cake...right?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: I am a Army spouse, and the mother
of two bundles of inspiration. They keep me on my
toes and keep me laughing. |
