From conception to birth and beyond, motherhood brings about many emotions. (Seriously, do your hormones ever go back to “normal?”) There’s even a discovery of new emotions! (Who knew?!?!?!?!) And one of the biggest, fiercest and often most prevalent…drumroll please – da da dahhhh….MOM GUILT! Let’s chat!
One of the best parts of motherhood is experiencing and participating in all of your child’s firsts. Witnessing early childhood development is remarkable and fascinating. It provides a new perspective. It gives a sense of purpose. To see your child acquire a new skill whether it’s rolling over or clapping for the first time is nothing short of amazing. The pride felt is indescribable. But, there is one first that I absolutely want no part of…potty training!
From a technical aspect, I want nothing to do with it. The thought of potty training is one of the most terrifying things about having an almost two year old that is fascinated with the potty. I know we’re probably right around the corner from this new adventure. I know it’s a necessity. I know I’ll love not having to lug a million diapers around. But, I AM TERRIFIED!
Actually, panicked might be a better descriptor. Either way, my anxiety goes through the roof just thinking about it! Here’s my problem: I HATE public bathrooms. Like I avoid them at all costs, manage my liquid intake…hate. Like in the third grade I had a bladder infection because I refused to use the bathrooms at school kind of hate.
Needless to say, there won’t be any pressure in this house. We will definitely wait until our little one is ready. But in the meantime, I am formulating my plan. The first option is to only go out into the world when dad is available. This makes sense, because you know, it’s something a dad should teach his boy. Right? I can also buy a travel potty. We have a trunk space that’s the perfect size and begging to be transformed into a port-a-potty. I know that’s gross in its own right, but maybe less gross than the alternative? Hmm.
I know, I know. I am sooo extra. And, I don’t want to pass this part of my crazy down to my kid. I remember my aunt who passed it onto me. This is the ONLY memory I have of this woman, but it clearly has made a lasting impact. I just do not know how to get over this. The germaphobe in me will not let me be great in this arena.
I know there is no winning (for me) in this battle. I know potty training is one of the biggest milestones of childhood. I know our precious little boy is going to be so proud when he accomplishes this feat, and I would never deny him that. Though, I will most likely be throwing a mild temper tantrum in my head the whole way through.
I guess this is the price you pay for having a child. Is this what it feels like to sacrifice for your child? To truly step outside of yourself? Oh the joys of motherhood!
Does anyone out there feel where I’m coming from? Or am I on an island of one? I’d love to know!
Side note: How old until a child can handle going to the restroom alone? I kid. But, y’all pray for me.