As I look back over the last few months, I realize I let a golden opportunity pass me by, because I was too lazy. There’s no nicer way to say it. Toddler-tron was ready for the potty. She would sit on it, she would sign to me that she just went, she seemed to be OK with the potty in general.
And now….now, we’re in a different place. We’re facing guerrilla warfare. And I appreciate now that the one who’s being potty-trained is, in fact, ME.
You see, I’m the one who needs the discipline to put her on the potty every 20-30 minutes and especially after she’s had a drink. I’m the one who needs to let go of diapers and just spend a day with her in the cotton trainers (I do think that if she spends a day like that, things will make sense to her). I’m the one who needs to make the sacrifice.
And so, Lord, I’m asking for strength, AGAIN, and patience, and all those virtues motherhood requires to keep me from committing a mortal sin…or should I say, a mortality?