One trait that really makes me stand apart from the pack in life and business is my ability to always see the glass half full. “Oh, the sky is covered completely with a large, gray snow cloud the same day we are headed to an outdoor concert? No problem! The clouds will part and the sun will shine!” Or, “Oh, they said no when you asked them? Well maybe they secretly wanted to say yes but just couldn’t. You should ask them again. Sometimes no means yes.”
This strength can also be a huge weakness. I over-estimate my ability to do things and I don’t remember negative experiences to be as bad as they truly are (and often repeat them after convincing myself I can somehow make it better). I’m pretty sure I’ve driven myself halfway to crazy and back again a million times.
So, you can imagine my mental state when it came to potty training my 2 1/2 year old son nearly three years after I’d trained my now nearly 6-year-old daughter. I somehow forgot all the pressure, stress…and annoyance that we went through just a few years ago. The minute Clayton showed signs of interest (much later than Callie, I assure you!) I decided I would be super mom and potty train him. I am home, after all! I stripped him down for the “said” three whole days, and watched him poop and pee all over my floors. He even took aim at me one day in the bath and was successful. Yes, with his pee. So I’m pretty convinced aim was never his problem…
The final day when I caught him pooping yet again on my carpet I threw up my hands in defeat (and this girl does not like to admit defeat, ever) and put the diapers back on. A few weeks later we went on vacation and it turned out to be a blessing in disguise, because we were in the car for fifteen hours. While we were in my husbands home state of Oklahoma, Clayton once again showed signs of wanting to be a big boy. So when we got home, I decided to give round two a shot.
He did excellent! He did #1 & #2 dutifully on the potty each time, and even went by himself if I was busy. He’d holler for me to wipe, help him wipe his hands…and I felt satisfaction in knowing my super mom title hadn’t been completely stripped yet. After three days, he began to lose interest in the newness, and started having accidents. Not because he wasn’t aware he needed to go, but because he can be lazy sometimes. Sound mean? It’s true!
We are now into our second week, and he’s doing pretty darn great, and I’m sticking to it. It’s funny how all the terrible memories from potty training my daughter suddenly came flooding back. I remember her being 3 years old and still having accidents.
Better not go there!