When one emotion flows into the next you know you're starting off with your child doing the one thing you hoped they’d never do, stay in bed. That’s all it took. His bed is higher off the ground. It is virtually impossible for me to get him out of it. Add new bed to the list of things I’ve got to do. Like so many other things it’s waiting for me to have the energy to put it together. Last night was a rough potty training time. “When de timer goes off you can have your diaper on”, he says to me. That was the original strategy we worked on, setting the timer to keep his underwear on. He’s doing great at school, but at home, the rules are so different. “My voice of authority” voice is broken and he no longer listens to it. Instead pushing all the buttons he knows how to push. How does that become something they learn to do and how can I get my child to listen to my voice. The good news he’s been sleeping better. He refused to go to the potty but was upset because his diaper was on. The second struggle of the morning. We were now rushed to get to the bus stop because getting the octopus out of his bed this morning was daunting. Which moment do I breathe and let go of. Walking to the bus stop he was so excited and happy. Five minutes earlier he was in his bed kicking and wailing. He asked for all the things I told him he couldn’t have because he wasn’t listening to mommy’s words, threw in a couple driving directions, and he made sure to smile the biggest smile ever. But the one thing I wasn’t prepared for, the one thing that changed my pent up tears of sadness to gladness was Owen holding up his finger asking for “twinkle twinkle one more time”. Here he was showing me with his pointer finger for one more time. He held up his finger. He said the words. That washed away all of our struggles from the morning. My baby wanted me to sing the new bus waiting for song Twinkle Twinkle Little Star one more time. So the potty training struggles are real and emotional, as he pooped one more time in the tub after sitting on the toilet for ten minutes last night, but here we are with growth in so many other ways. Through happy tears I let the sadness go. This is one moment in time. Dwelling on the past is hard on your soul. Find your happiness, focus on the little things, and move forward. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I'm Lynn Browder. Owen's Mommy. The best moments in time are when I get to see the smile on his face and that giggle come from his heart.