Can I be honest for a moment? I really, really, really dislike potty training. It is not a highlight of my mothering career. And, for the record, my first two children were very easy. I know it can be much worse. I don’t like that I have to be constantly thinking about someone else’s bodily functions and asking every 20 minutes, “Do you have to go potty?” I don’t like having to drop everything and run to the toilet with a toddler any time there is a thought of potty running through her head. I’m lazy that way and I’ve okay with that.
And yet! We live in a society where it is completely socially acceptable to allow your child (or adult male) to potty in the bushes, the grass, along the side of the road, in the park or, for the particularly brave, into a plastic Coke bottle while standing in front of the “It’s a Small World” ride at Hong Kong Disney (not our child or adult male). There is great freedom in this and it almost makes up for the challenges.
If you haven’t already guessed, we have recently started another season of potty training at our house. My past experience in potty training a toddler in China gives me confidence that we will prevail once again!