Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Independent. Determined. Fearless.


Partner Potty Training

Has he gotten you trained yet?

That is the question my mother posed when I was finished relaying the latest incident in my youngest son's potty training saga. She relishes each new tale with an evil sort of glee, nodding in remembered pain, the words, "pay back" perched deliciously on her lips. I can't argue with her. If there was ever reincarnation from mother to child - it's me and my baby. Of course I would never admit such a thing to his grandmother. But he has the same independent spirit that my mother requested my kindergarten teacher, temper but not break. The same fearless attitude that found me playing beneath a clothing rack in Walmart and had my son wandering happily through the church sanctuary this past Sunday - flipping casually through pew books and searching for his grandfather that was four hours away in St. Louis. The same determined will that allows my son - through begging and bribing - to hold his urine until his bladder damn near bursts just to mock me.

Independent. Determined. Fearless.

There are times I forget that he's just like me. This past Sunday, in fact. I was home, infused with a fresh injection of the Word. The sermon had centered around God's mercy for his children and how that should translate in our everyday lives. So after almost 30 minutes of sitting without success, I was feeling merciful(among other things)and took pity on my son's red ringed bottom. And from my merciful position a great idea was born.

Ready for this?

Me, in all my merciful ignorance figured since he didn't want to pee in anything but a diaper, letting him run around bare assed, shouldn't present a problem. Well, the ending is a lot more predictable now. No more than two minutes into his period of sweet freedom, my oldest son's eyes were rounder than saucers as a ring of wetness bridged the gap between him and his brother and it took all I had to remember my merciful stance.

Independent. Determined. Fearless.

Days later, my three year old still tugs occasionally on my sleeve to remind me that Junior peed on the rug. Of course he can't remember to keep his legos out of the toilet two minutes after I tell him, but then it's much more important to keep the spotlight of Mommy's wrath on the wrong doing's of his brother. You can ask my older sister all about that.

Now all I can do is hope that once our white carpet dries, there won't be a yellow stain to mock me and my bright idea for years to come. And I can only wish as my mother did countless times when I was growing up, that my baby has a child just like him. Interestingly enough, the traits that I fear will make me tear my hair out now, are exactly the ones I want him to have when he's older.

Independent. Determined. Fearless.

3 comments:

  1. Oh my goodness. I have a four year old and an almost 3 year old. I just got the 2 1/2 year old off of the bottle now I have to tackly potty training. I wonder if I can entice my 4 year old to help me potty train his brother.

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    Great interview with Leslie. I'm in the middle o freading her The Bitten. I also started backwards.

    Dyanne

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