Pumpkins & perspective.
Posted on | October 24, 2011 | 45 Comments
sunday morning headed out to spooner farms for our third year in a row to pick pumpkins, pet goats and eat corn on the cob and drink cider. it also happened to be the first time we took H out for an excursion sans diaper. i felt pretty good about it since her friend Nora, who is a year older and a potty champ, would be there to nudge her along should she need to go. she also stayed dry at preschool on friday so long story short, we headed out for our annual fun outing with a change of clothes and a bucket of hope. also, coffee.





it was a pretty good day weather wise, but holy cow was it muddy. we walked around and all searched for our perfect pumpkin. i was feeling really uppity about the potty sitch. Harper hadn’t gone before we left and although she is (too) good at holding it, i knew she was going to have to go. on top of all of this, she had been holding her poop in since we started this ordeal, and was beginning to get visibly uncomfortable. she was dancing around every couple of minutes saying ouch. knowing she was in pain, not being able to make her understand that if she went she would feel better, and the nervousness about her letting loose at any moment was enough to make me crazy. i felt a panic attack setting in. everyone else was having fun, but in my head i was losing it. i was sad for Harper and mad at myself for letting this crap (heh) mess up what should be a great day. so we pushed on.





we were just about done picking out some little pumpkins and gourds, ready to weigh our big pumpkins when she peed. i had just asked her if she needed to go, and she said no. i picked her up to take a photo with her and felt it. on the one hand, my fear of public peeing was kind of calmed down – it happened. and with her leggings and skirt, no one would have even known she peed. her first public accident was over and i was almost relieved. at the same time i was a level of frustrated that i haven’t felt before. i felt like a failure.
we payed for our things, cut the day short and left. i came home feeling completely defeated. i wallowed in my feelings of failure, lamenting about it all evening. why can’t she do this? why can i not teach her? what is so wrong with me? it’s been almost a week and we aren’t much closer to success – WHY IS THAT?
and then i read this.
as i read through hot tears, i changed my tune about this miniscule thing called potty training. i don’t care if she wears diapers until she’s twelve. i don’t care if she pees all over my house every day for months before she gets it. i don’t care if she pees at daycare and they have to change her clothes. if she asks me to go back to diapers, she can go back to diapers. i seriously could not care any less about potty training today. and i feel extremely selfish for caring as much as i have up to this point.
“Parenting, I’ve come to understand, is about loving my child today. Now. In fact, for any parent, anywhere, that’s all there is.”
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andrea Reply:
October 24th, 2011 at 5:32 pm
by here, I meant “there”… sigh.
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