"Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer."
Romans 12:12
“Wahhhh! Mommy, Mommy,” split through the silent night.
Or maybe it was silent hour? Wasn’t I just up for a feeding with the baby? Did I even fall asleep? The pleas for Mommy became more aggressive, clearing away my foggy thoughts. I hauled myself out of bed again, dragging my feet across the hall.
“Mommy, I have to pee, pee,” Makayla screamed.
“Really?” I moaned to myself.
I lifted my tear-stained toddler out of her crib, carried her to the washroom and plunked her onto the Minnie Mouse toilet seat. I sat on the stool in front of her, propping my chin up on my knees. Then, magic happened. The tinkle of urine pitter-pattered into the toilet bowl. Makayla smiled, I whisper cheered and gave her a Smartie from the potty jar. I might have popped a few in my own mouth. A few minutes later she curled up with her blankie as I flopped back onto my bed, praying for a few more hours of sleep.
That success story occurred half a year ago. I would like to say it was the beginning of my diaper bill decreasing and laundry pile increasing, with Doc, Dora and Strawberry Shortcake underwear. Nada.
It’s nice to dream, isn’t it?
The reality is I just finished chasing my poopy kid out from behind a toy chest and toted her to the washroom. With appendages flailing, she shrieked, “No Mommy, no Mommy!” No Mommy has been my new name as of late.
When it comes to potty training, sometimes I want to be the one throwing a fit. Before I reach the point of ripping my hair out, I remind myself that every person 4 feet and taller were once in diapers…if the billions worldwide can learn to pinch a loaf in a toilet, ditch or hole, eventually my kid will too. My fingers are crossed that she’ll use the toilet over a ditch or hole though. Also, the sooner the better.
Encouragement for trying situations:
Philippians 4:13
Prov 15: 8
Romans 12:12
Philippians 1:6
Or maybe it was silent hour? Wasn’t I just up for a feeding with the baby? Did I even fall asleep? The pleas for Mommy became more aggressive, clearing away my foggy thoughts. I hauled myself out of bed again, dragging my feet across the hall.
“Mommy, I have to pee, pee,” Makayla screamed.
“Really?” I moaned to myself.
I lifted my tear-stained toddler out of her crib, carried her to the washroom and plunked her onto the Minnie Mouse toilet seat. I sat on the stool in front of her, propping my chin up on my knees. Then, magic happened. The tinkle of urine pitter-pattered into the toilet bowl. Makayla smiled, I whisper cheered and gave her a Smartie from the potty jar. I might have popped a few in my own mouth. A few minutes later she curled up with her blankie as I flopped back onto my bed, praying for a few more hours of sleep.
That success story occurred half a year ago. I would like to say it was the beginning of my diaper bill decreasing and laundry pile increasing, with Doc, Dora and Strawberry Shortcake underwear. Nada.
It’s nice to dream, isn’t it?
The reality is I just finished chasing my poopy kid out from behind a toy chest and toted her to the washroom. With appendages flailing, she shrieked, “No Mommy, no Mommy!” No Mommy has been my new name as of late.
When it comes to potty training, sometimes I want to be the one throwing a fit. Before I reach the point of ripping my hair out, I remind myself that every person 4 feet and taller were once in diapers…if the billions worldwide can learn to pinch a loaf in a toilet, ditch or hole, eventually my kid will too. My fingers are crossed that she’ll use the toilet over a ditch or hole though. Also, the sooner the better.
Encouragement for trying situations:
Philippians 4:13
Prov 15: 8
Romans 12:12
Philippians 1:6