On The Road To Sunday
I cannot even explain the feeling of not having my child in diapers anymore. I truly want to shout it from the rooftops. It’s one of those things you never want to give up hope on, but the cycles you have to go through keep your emotions churning. Even though I would classify him as potty trained I never know what he is going to do. I have to stay one step ahead of him at all times. And that’s not exactly easy. He ran into the bathroom yesterday. Before I could get there he came back out with wet hair. In the ten seconds it took me to get to him I’m going with he turned the water on, wet his hair, and turned it back off again. And I’m sticking to that. The thought of public restrooms with him still makes my head spin. So now I think and overthink our adventures. Hoping that I get the timing right and know where we will be as we go through our days. So far this strategy is working for us, but I know that it will change over time and the unexpected is the expected. He’s having a really good day, but I’m trying to stay one step ahead of my own emotions. Today has been rough. He is repeating himself constantly, some of it wanting to practice words, other moments because he needs to go over the schedule for the week, and also to see my reaction. He ran to the bathroom, “need to go potty”, he yells. I had asked him multiple times in the last few minutes, but he didn’t want to go, screaming no as I suggested it. He really needed to go sooner, but he was too concerned about when it will be bath time. As he was running to the bathroom he had to stop and see the reflection on the baby gate that I have up for him. I really don’t use it anymore, but I’m still hesitant to take it down. I have to be able to keep him in a certain area if there is ever a need. That puts me into another emotional rollercoaster thinking about the fact that I can’t say to him sit there while mommy takes care of whatever it may be. So instead of going down that rabbit hole, I’m going to take some deep breaths, and think of all the progress he’s made. I try to focus on the positive side of life. Hoping that Owen sees more of my smiles than my sadness. Find your smile, share it with the world, and know that you are important. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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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.