A splatter of red sprinkles, coconut-pineapple ice cream droplets, chocolate chips, blueberries, and shredded coconut covered our kitchen table the other night. Huge grins were worn by all three of us. The dogs were hovering, hoping for goodies to drop, and hoorays were to be heard over and over again. I looked around and took a mental picture. This is the “good stuff.” We were celebrating H’s first time going pee pee in the toilet. It was probably one of my favorite days as a mom.
I bought a toilet a while ago for H, not really knowing how I was supposed to introduce potty training. For some reason, that day when he asked for a treat, I told him he needed to go potty in the toilet if he wanted a special treat like that. It was a lollypop he had found, and it was close to dinnertime. To my surprise, he said, “Okay, I’ll go potty in the toilet.” We got him naked waist down and stood over the toilet for what seemed like forever. We sang a special potty song. Yes, I had time while waiting there to compose a potty song. We read some Dr. Seuss, ate some chicken, threw the ball for the dogs, and finally it happened. We jumped for joy, high-fived, and of course called Dada on the phone to tell him the good news. Then I let him choose a treat. After shoving a good eight ABC cookies down his throat, he decided to try for round two. By this time, Bubba was home and was singing the potty song and waiting for him to go. H got determined to show his dad; he did a really strange crouching/standing squat that looked so uncomfortable it hurt to watch, and made it happen. H was proud and we beamed.
H didn’t want to put his pants back on, so we had an ice cream party with a visitor from the nudist colony. H hummed the potty song while dumping red sprinkles in his dish and slurping down half of his ice cream—the other half finding its way to every surface in a five-foot radius.
Now, I have zero clue about potty training, no plan at all. No idea how this adventure will play out. However, I’m assuming it will have a happy ending with a child who uses a toilet. What I do know for certain is that life is so much better when you can pull yourself out of the rat race long enough to celebrate the good stuff.