I don’t want articles. I don’t want advice from other moms. I don’t want to be told I am doing something right or wrong. I just want a perfectly potty-trained toddler that is happy. And healthy. And isn’t traumatized by some method that I read about that worked for some other child.
Here’s the thing. Dude is 3.5 years old. Almost. Nope. I just calculated. He is 3.5.
Without sounding all “my son is better than other sons”, it is important in this situation to comment that D is a smart kid. I mean, he spells his own name, knows all his letters, spells at least 5 other words, knows colors, knows what colors make other colors, and definitely knows that he is not a baby and that big boys use the potty. He knows where animals do their thing, he even knows that he can stand and use the potty and that Mom can’t. He knows because he has DONE IT.
He refuses. No underwear, no pants without a diaper, no peeing outside, no using the potty or the kiddo potty. Nothing. “Just give me my diaper, you are forgetting my diaper,” is his only argument. And he is serious. And completely adamant that he belongs in one.
Today. We “threw away” our remaining diapers. It is a beautiful February day but we aren’t going anywhere that is beyond our yard because we are determined to give it a go.
It’s time, little dude.
Please say a prayer for my sanity. And also a prayer that I am not scarring the boy for the rest of his life. This might be the story that he tells in therapy when he is an adult.
All my best,