Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Confessions of a Southern Mother

I don't want my son to potty train. Not that we're anywhere close (he's not even 18 months), but already I'm grieving the possibility.

Why? It will mean giving up jon-jons. These one-piece, button-crotch outfits are immensely practical for a diapered baby, but I have to face facts: one day my little man is going to need some real pants. Even the thought of weaning him doesn't bring tears to my eyes as much as the thought of seeing Peter in big boy clothes.

They say boys train later, so I'm hoping he'll be closer to three. If he shows signs of readiness before then, I may have to just close my eyes. "What's that? You want to pee pee in the potty? Why would you want to do that? Silly monkey!"

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2 comments:

Lori said...

I found your blog today and I wanted to thank you for your thoughts. I love all the information about co-sleeping I have been sleeping with my 8 month old off and on and I feel so guilty about it but after reading your notes I feel better.
I also wanted to say that I also hate the idea of pottytraining. I have a 31m. son and have been putting it off to long. I just need to go for it but I dread it so much. Thanks for helping me not feel so alone in my feelings as a mother.

Martha's World said...

I'm glad this makes you feel less guilty! Really, that's why I wanted to write about it.

Good luck with the potty training-- when you get around to it ;)