A short post this week, because I’m supposed to be reading the book my husband gave me on potty training. He got the recommendation from a work Slack channel. After he read it for a week, he passed the book on to me.
I know, right? The husband taking the lead in potty training? That’s just the kind of modern family we are, though (she says feeling very happy that he took the lead on this because it does require attention that she doesn’t have as much energy for right now).
My son, Fishy, is learning new things every day. He’s teaching me new things every day: On Friday, as we were coming home from daycare, Fishy sang a full-on medley of Baa-Baa Black Sheep into Twinkle Twinkle Little Star into the ABCs.
I was floored at his ability to move seamlessly between these melodies, while only pronouncing the barest of syllables. He sang “Baa Baa Back Seep, ha ha eeny wooooooool—haaw I wawa in the SKY—ba ba ba ba wool so HIGH…” I turned down the radio to hear what he was singing, and I was floored.
It was only later, during bath time, when I was telling my husband Max how great Fishy’s mash-up was that I realized they were all the same melody.
So, we’re going to potty train, soon. I’ll let you know how it goes. I’m sure Fishy is capable of learning how to do it. He knows how to do so many other things: how to get in his Fisher Price Jeep and shut the door behind him, how to attach the boom and arm on his Lego excavator, how to put his arms through his shirts. He asks for ranch dressing, cream cheese, and
This is an incredible time in his life, where sometimes I think I can see his brain grow every day. Potty training is scary, though. When my baby can go potty by himself, am I that much closer to losing him? He’s already so independent.
But my job is to make sure that he can be independent. To ensure that he can survive without me at every turn. And as much as I love him calling, “Mama, hey! Mama! MAma. HEY!” all hecking day without stop, I want him to grow up to be independent. And I don’t want to change his diapers any longer than I have to.
So we’ll potty train soon. And we’ll all be happier.