Lessons from Potty Training
I have always been the parent that celebrates every mile stone. Holding his bottle: I will never forget this day. I was so excited because that was a few free moments where he was occupied. Oh the possibilities of what I could do with free hands as he fed himself! Crawling: cheers and excitement even when the nay-sayers said “you just wait, now you won’t be able to keep him contained”. Walking: even more cheers because that means I don’t have to carry him everywhere. All celebrations aside, there is one milestone that I have been dreading for 3 years: potty training. I’m a germaphobe so the idea of “accidents” terrified me- not to mention having to take him to a public bathroom. Ew. The tantrums. I could hear the screaming in my head when I just thought about potty training. Not sure whose tantrums would be louder: his or mine. We toured Trey’s new school a few months ago. I asked what their polic...