After months of preparation and countless pep talks, we’ve reached a significant milestone in our potty training adventure. I’ve read the same lift-the-flap books over and over (you know, the ones with the flushing noises), given out rewards, and endured both tears and triumphs. Not to mention I’ve spent over $20 on tiny boy underwear that ended up in the trash instead of the laundry basket. After many accidents—some accidental and others not so much—I finally believe my son may be on the right track.
I’m feeling cautiously optimistic here. He seems to grasp the idea that when he feels the urge, it’s time for the “big boy chair.” He now makes a beeline for the bathroom and follows the steps expected of any child on the brink of independent toileting.
However, we still have our challenges: the technique and follow-through. Imagine the perfect shooting form at the free-throw line when the game is on the line. In reality, though, there’s no perfect form here, and let’s just say, my son doesn’t score… ever.
“Better luck next time,” I tell him, but it’s clear we’re in for a long haul. It’s air balls all around. “You’re benched for the season, kiddo. No offense, but we need to work on your game.”
What’s even more amusing is that my son insists on mimicking the “stand up routine” like his dad. It’s adorable, but at his height, he’s not quite equipped for success. If only he’d sit on the chair designed to help him aim properly. That chair cost me a pretty penny, and now it’s just a clean, unused accessory sitting by the toilet—ironically, the only thing in the bathroom that doesn’t get sprayed by his enthusiastic attempts.
Now, here’s where things get tricky. I’m a girl, and we have a different approach. We sit, we aim, and we keep things controlled (especially after a few kids!). Standing to pee? It’s a recipe for chaos. I’d prefer if the men in my life just found a tree in the yard to avoid the constant clean-up. “Sorry, neighbors, but your yard is now the new restroom!”
We’ve tried various strategies to improve his aim. My husband came up with a great idea: “target practice.” Toss something in the bowl and cheer, “Hit it!” Anything that floats can serve as a target: a piece of toilet paper, a marshmallow, or a Cheerio. “Come on, buddy! You got this!” But alas, it’s like a fire hose with no one steering the flow. “Redirect! Redirect!” It’s clear he won’t be a firefighter, but perhaps a famous abstract artist throwing paint from across the room.
At the end of the day, I’ll be proud of my son no matter what he becomes—as long as he doesn’t turn into one of those guys who leaves the seat up and doesn’t clean up after himself. Then all bets are off.
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In summary, potty training is a hilarious yet challenging journey filled with ups and downs. Each day brings new lessons, laughter, and the hope that we’ll one day master this skill together.