I used to pull great strength from the fact that I have endured the struggle of bringing not one, but two human souls into this world.
Well done me! I survived the difficult feat of living through pregnancy and giving birth...twice!
How funny that in these last weeks, this strength of mine has been strained, actually,
pretty much demolished, by one seemingly simple task:
Potty Training.
Nobody warns you during pregnancy of Potty Training.
They make sure to inform you of so many of the obstacles that come with little ones like
the sleep and feeding issues, but nobody mentions,
"Oh and by the way, potty training marks the end of your life."
Nobody tells you how your role as a mom will eventually evolve into a sewage worker.
And how your patience and loving instruction for your toddler goes down the toilet (if your lucky) as they suddenly realize they are in control and can dominate you by pooping and peeing wherever and whenever.
Then you make yourself loony as you start creating a fantasy world in the toilet to entice your child to use it,
like poop birthday parties in the toilet tunnel with presents and candles,
and tinkle turning into yellow twinkle stars.
I must admit, it has been rewarding to see Emmett join in the imagination fun, coming up with his own poop terms like brown snakeys and icky chocolate brownies.
I've come to realize that potty training Emmett will not happen over night, and could even take months, maybe even 9. And at the end of those nine months, perhaps i'll once again discover my enduring strength, this time not from pregnancy, but from potty training.
