Potty training is a process. One that I am, apparently, not very good at guiding.
*banging head against wall*
After two wildly successful days of M Meets Toilet, he decided that he longer wanted to pursue a diaper-free life. It went something like this:
Me: M, do you want to go to the toilet?
M: Um, no thank you.
Me: Come on, M! Let's go pee in the toilet!
M: Um, no thanks.
Me: Time to go sit on the big boy toilet!
M: Um, not now. No thank you.
And yes, he was always that polite about his refusal to pee. That is just his style.
There were many, many conversations like this each day. M didn't seem to mind wearing soaking wet underwear. Gross.
My professional mama opinion was that we should pull back a bit. No pressure. There is no point if he is just going to dig in his heels and get upset when I direct him to point his parts towards a large, porcelain chair with a weird hole and water in it. Seriously, think about how difficult it is to teach someone the concept of using a toilet! Go ahead, try it. Nose blowing is another tricky one.
So we have pulled back. There has been the occasional moment of excitement when M has inquired about the bathroom, but it usually results in a spell of naked dancing rather than actual peeing.
I may have experience with potty training, but I learned again that each kid is different and what worked with C clearly isn't going to work for M. I wonder how many times I am going to learn this lesson before it sticks. For now, it is back to the drawing board with M.
Did your child resist potty training? What finally worked for you?
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