Potty On
My friend sent me an email. I was in a movie so I just saw the subject line in re: pooping breakthrough. I laughed and decided to read it later.
As I've said before, until you go through potty training, you really have no idea. I mean we've all technically been through potty training but it's more of a repressed memory versus something we look back on fondly.
I read the email when I got home and my friend was writing about how proud she is of her son's efforts to go to the potty - that she's pulling for him because he hasn't really taken to it like a fish to water. I think it took my son about a year and a half so I can relate. At any rate, you could tell that she was relieved that he'd made a breakthrough today.
There are milestones in parenting that are really quite scary. There's a lot of anxiety around these milestones like first steps, first words, potty training, etc. The anxiety results from those smug marrieds who have perfect children. I love the movie "Baby Boom", thank you Sam Shepard you beautiful country vet you. Anyway, there's this scene where Diane Keaton is talking with other moms whose children are comparing clouds to a Manet painting. Or is it Cezanne? The other moms are shocked to hear that Diane - J.C. Wiatt - doesn't have her daughter enrolled in any enrichment programs. No french lessons, no art classes, no tennis. Quelle horreur!
"Nothing," she says. "Child can't even hold a cup."
One time I took my son Will in to visit a friend in the City. I got the same grilling from some of the New York daddies that were her co-workers. What no wine tasting? No fencing classes? Nope, nothing. My son just sat there like a lump, sleeping in his stroller, not even a Maclaren at that.
Luckily Will took his first steps early. He was cruising around at 11 months. He spoke early and often and continues to this day. But potty training was a disaster. The first few times he tried to poop he actually went on the floor. I don't even understand how that happens. He would poop in the bathtub. Just pooping willy nilly all over our little bungalow.
We tried to take it easy until we realized they were going to ban him from pre-school if he couldn't go potty in the potty. Luckily this was a Montessori school, picture crunchy not blue blazer set. So the headmistress agreed to let it slide while he figured it out. And he did figure it out. But it was a very sore spot in my marriage and also with friends. "What do you mean he's not potty trained yet?" they would ask in that tone of voice.
My mother was very helpful. She told me my grandma potty trained me and my brother in a weekend by using money to bribe us. Bribing didn't work with my son. He wasn't having any of it.
So I'm sorry to use my friend's life in my blog, again. But what I like about this friend is that even though she could be like those perfect moms, she's not. She tells the truth to me about her marriage and her kids and her life.
It's so refreshing. In fact, I have a pretty strict policy about it now. If your life is perfect, I don't want to know you. First of all you're full of shit. And secondly, all the good stuff, all the funny stuff, is in our imperfections.
While I may waver in my focus, ADD as I am, I am committed to telling the truth about my life in this blog. Mom, wife, writer, woman who could swear she's still 32. I'm totally screwed up but somehow okay with it. Because the real me is far more interesting than anyone I could ever pretend to be.
I've had a breakthrough of my own today. Thanks C & W for the reminder.
As I've said before, until you go through potty training, you really have no idea. I mean we've all technically been through potty training but it's more of a repressed memory versus something we look back on fondly.
I read the email when I got home and my friend was writing about how proud she is of her son's efforts to go to the potty - that she's pulling for him because he hasn't really taken to it like a fish to water. I think it took my son about a year and a half so I can relate. At any rate, you could tell that she was relieved that he'd made a breakthrough today.
There are milestones in parenting that are really quite scary. There's a lot of anxiety around these milestones like first steps, first words, potty training, etc. The anxiety results from those smug marrieds who have perfect children. I love the movie "Baby Boom", thank you Sam Shepard you beautiful country vet you. Anyway, there's this scene where Diane Keaton is talking with other moms whose children are comparing clouds to a Manet painting. Or is it Cezanne? The other moms are shocked to hear that Diane - J.C. Wiatt - doesn't have her daughter enrolled in any enrichment programs. No french lessons, no art classes, no tennis. Quelle horreur!
"Nothing," she says. "Child can't even hold a cup."
One time I took my son Will in to visit a friend in the City. I got the same grilling from some of the New York daddies that were her co-workers. What no wine tasting? No fencing classes? Nope, nothing. My son just sat there like a lump, sleeping in his stroller, not even a Maclaren at that.
Luckily Will took his first steps early. He was cruising around at 11 months. He spoke early and often and continues to this day. But potty training was a disaster. The first few times he tried to poop he actually went on the floor. I don't even understand how that happens. He would poop in the bathtub. Just pooping willy nilly all over our little bungalow.
We tried to take it easy until we realized they were going to ban him from pre-school if he couldn't go potty in the potty. Luckily this was a Montessori school, picture crunchy not blue blazer set. So the headmistress agreed to let it slide while he figured it out. And he did figure it out. But it was a very sore spot in my marriage and also with friends. "What do you mean he's not potty trained yet?" they would ask in that tone of voice.
My mother was very helpful. She told me my grandma potty trained me and my brother in a weekend by using money to bribe us. Bribing didn't work with my son. He wasn't having any of it.
So I'm sorry to use my friend's life in my blog, again. But what I like about this friend is that even though she could be like those perfect moms, she's not. She tells the truth to me about her marriage and her kids and her life.
It's so refreshing. In fact, I have a pretty strict policy about it now. If your life is perfect, I don't want to know you. First of all you're full of shit. And secondly, all the good stuff, all the funny stuff, is in our imperfections.
While I may waver in my focus, ADD as I am, I am committed to telling the truth about my life in this blog. Mom, wife, writer, woman who could swear she's still 32. I'm totally screwed up but somehow okay with it. Because the real me is far more interesting than anyone I could ever pretend to be.
I've had a breakthrough of my own today. Thanks C & W for the reminder.
Labels: moms, motherhood, parenting, potty training
