Confessions of a New Mom: Potty, No Potty

I confess: I’m afraid of potty training.

Mommy-ConfessionsThere. I said it. Yes, I’m afraid of potty training my two years old son. After reading countless confusing tips and hearing repeatedly that boys tend to take longer to potty train, I find myself very apprehensive to get serious about potty training. I know it’s something that must be done. And one day it will be a thing of the past. But can’t I wait until there is mutually a better understanding in our communication? Until I can say “this is what it feels like when you have to pee/poop, when you get that feeling go to the potty…”

Here’s my story:

We started potty training way too early; we began shortly after my son turned one. First mistake. In the beginning things were going great. It didn’t take much time for him to get acclimated to the potty, and every now and then he would actually pee in it. We celebrated his success with cheering and dancing and hugging and telling him that we were proud of him. Well I guess that wasn’t enough. After a while, he began boycotting the potty. He would sit on it, but would refuse to pee in it. And this is where we are stuck in our potty training challenge.

But as he grows older and continues to advance in his development I’m starting to feel guilty/lazy/anxious/embarrassed/more scared about getting serious. I have no real idea of what I’m in for and there is no exact math to how long it will actually take. The cliché “it’s a process” doesn’t cut it for me. I’ve seen books and articles claiming it will take 3 days, but that just sounds too good to be true; and furthermore, I DON’T BELIEVE IT!

So for now, I’ll continue to change diapers, I’ll continue to pretend we are attempting to really train when other moms bring it up in conversation, and I’ll continue to tell my mom “yes, he sat on the potty today, but he didn’t do anything it in.”

Pray for me y’all…and offer real advice! Please?!

Confessions of a New Mom: Mr. Mom

I confess: Sometimes I want to teach daddy how to do things with our son exactly the way mommy does them.

Mommy-ConfessionsMoms are moms, and dads are dads. And every parent has a different way they interact with their child. Even in my adult years I still find my mother interacts with me differently than my father. And the same goes with my family; daddy has a different way of doing things than mommy. Sometimes, though, I find myself wanting to give daddy a crash course in how to be me.

I get jealous when daddy does things differently and it works; and I get equally upset when daddy does things his way and it doesn’t work (which usually means now I have to do it). For example, when putting my son to sleep at night we each have our methods. For me it’s usually very short of being an all out war. I rock him, sing to him, nurse him, and when none of that works I try to let him tire himself out. By the time he finally passes out I’m wore out myself! But when daddy puts him to sleep it’s as simple as taking him into the studio, putting on some music, and spinning around in the chair a few times. He feeds him differently, plays with him differently, talks to him differently, and somehow he even gets him to smile for pictures and talk to the camera.

Not everything is a breeze for daddy, though. Sometimes my son gives daddy a hard time and makes him struggle with things that I’ve mastered. So I have to keep reminding myself “he is not me.” As much as I want to teach him how to be Mr. Mom, I have to let him be Daddy. I have to let him find his own rhythm and learn his son for himself. That doesn’t mean I can’t offer help and assistance and advice. It just means I can’t be overbearing with it. It also means that I can’t be a hater when I see daddy succeeding at something I still battle with. And just as my son and I are forming a special bond, he will form one just as strong and just as special with daddy.