Any mom who has ever potty trained a toddler knows there is no shortage of children’s books to aid in the learning process. While I actually find these books useful, the titles are hilarious! From Everyone Poops, to The Gas We Pass, to Once Upon a Potty, to Poop There It Is…this list goes on and on. However, I have yet to find a quick (and humorous) read on potty training for parents.
I distinctly recall sitting in my maternity class and being handed a visual document outlining the various stages of infant poop. From colors to textures, this one piece of paper scared the crap out of me (pun intended). I knew from that point on, poop and talking about poop was going to become a big part of my life as a new mom – and I was right.
From the newborn days of tracking and inspecting each dirty diaper, to cleaning the numerous diaper explosions we called “poo-nomis”, and conversely, battling constipation issues, poop has been center stage in my life since becoming a mom.
But it wasn’t until the other morning, when I actually jumped up and down yelling with excitement over the fact that my son “poo pooed” in the potty for the first time, that I realized I may have a bit of a poopy problem! I am a little embarrassed to admit how excited I was at that moment. But then, deep in the throes of potty training, I realized my days of dealing with poop were not over, we were about to embark on a whole new set of poopy issues.
Whether it is on the potty or not, my son (like most adults) prefers to go in privacy. I am talking door closed, “No come in mommy,” kind of privacy. When we are out in public and he starts running away from us, I know exactly what he is trying to do. He simply won’t go at school, which creates issues later in the evening, and he has learned he can use the “no mommy, I’m pooping” line to get out of doing whatever I am trying to get him to do.
Then, the other day while at the park, I ran into an old friend and her two sons. She seemed completely flustered as her oldest had to go number 2 and her youngest was perfectly content to stay and play. Luckily for her, a friend had an extra “potty” in the trunk, and there, in the corner of the park, her son went. It hadn’t even crossed my mind, that eventually we would need to tote around a mobile potty in the car in case of emergencies?! As I said earlier, a whole new set of poopy issues, all of which I feel completely unprepared for. I guess, as with anything else, I just have to learn as I go!