I’ve been turning this topic over in my head trying to find just the right way to present it. Also, I’ve been trying to decide whether or not to share this story, but here goes.
This past spring, my 27-month-old daughter decided that she was done wearing diapers. She, of course, picked the most opportune time-a week before a scheduled vacation-to make this choice. She had actually done pretty well, there were maybe only one or two accidents, and then we went to the park. This park had one of those towers constructed of metal mesh. My toddler climbed up the stairs and was playing with a steering wheel. All was well and then we heard a child yell “Hey mommy! It’s raining!”. (There wasn’t a cloud in the sky.)
I look over and the child is standing underneath the metal platform, holding out his hands to get them wet. Above him stands my dismayed daughter, in the midst of an accident.
Chances are, if you are a parent, you are familiar with the cost of parenting to your pride, but you can multiply this by an order of magnitude when you are potty training.