This week we started potty training, believe everything you have ever heard about it. It has been one of the most frustrating experiences I have ever been through, and I have no one to blame but myself (and perhaps some false advertising, do NOT believe any title that boasts potty training in a day. Really thought I was more savvy then that, but I guess we believe what we want).
For those of you who know me well you know that I have a tendency to be somewhat of a perfectionist, that might even be an understatement. It borders on a unhealthy need to have things just so, to have things go according to plan, to be in my control. It can be a blessing when things turn out as I hope, but I also used to list it as a weakness on applications. It causes me a great deal of emotional stress sometimes, usually needlessly since no one else is as concerned with the outcome as I am. I guess I sweat the small stuff is another way to say it. I am very adaptable to the big stuff, like cancer, or things that I cannot control. I have a zen approach to people around me, I can't control them so I won't worry about their actions, just mine and how I react to them. But when it comes to me and what I do, well I have high expectations.
Becoming a mother has seriously helped me to put myself into check. I cannot, nor do I wish to control this little being that we created. I have strived to create an environment for her where she feels completely comfortable in her successes and mistakes. Mistakes are how we learn after all. In wanting to create this environment for her it has also forced me to make the same environment for myself. She learns by watching me and if she sees me lose my composure after something not turning out how I wished or giving up on something because I would rather not do it at all than not do it perfectly, well than that's not a very good example. I have had to teach myself that mistakes are not only a part of life but often the best parts of life. Think of all of the wonderful inventions we have today because of mistakes.
Anyway this past week has forced me to reevaluate my expectations several times over, daily. I have the completely unbiased opinion of a mother that I have the smartest female child to ever walk the earth, she should have picked up potty training in an hour!
The end of day one found me exhausted but otherwise satisfied. We tried the potty every 15 minutes (thanks to juice boxes and salty snacks), had two accidents and a fair amount of fun. I had been warned that the second day would be much harder, so I prepared myself. I also decided to accelerate the training, mistake number one. Instead of pumping her full of juice and salty snacks all day I switched her back to water and her normal diet. It's much harder to teach a child how to use the potty when they don't need to go. That day found me almost in tears, her in tears, me in a literal timeout, me cleaning poop off the floor and both of us sick of the bathroom.
Yesterday found us in a similar fashion with me close to grabbing a diaper and giving up. After a phone call with a friend, who has talked me down from a meltdown more often than I think she knows, I relaxed. I relaxed my very unrealistic expectations of my child being potty trained overnight, I relaxed my need for her to not eat junk and drink sugar for a few days, and I relaxed my mind that if I reward her with gummies instead of stickers it is not going to give her a lifetime of unhealthy eating habits (yes that is honest peek into my mind, yes I know it's crazy. God bless my family and friends for not laughing at me constantly when I voice my numerous worries). I reintroduced the juice and snacks, I brought out the gummies (a much better incentive for a 2 year old than stickers, go figure).
And guess what, she was squirmy yesterday because she needed to use the potty but didn't want to stop playing. The fact that she didn't just release her pee right then and there was a major encouragement to me. We ended the day both much happier. This morning she woke up dry. Something I was not expecting for a long time. Another huge encouragement.
I see the light at the end of this tunnel and I am so glad that I stuck it out instead of giving up. There is still a lot of work to be done and frustrations to be had, but I'm prepared to roll with punches this time. I'm so proud of her but even better she is proud of herself, and that was an expectation I didn't have.
Plus I don't think there is anything cuter than a toddler butt in underwear.