Scott and I had been having a discussion about our older children and their respective life challenges. Our oldest was going through big life changes with their move to CA and her husband beginning school. The three middle kids are deciding on college, relationships, and finances. The youngest one is scraping her knees and losing teeth, and our second to youngest just became a teenager.
As we moaned over our parental role in these situations, Scott laughed in exasperation,
A few days later I was enjoying a phone-a-thon with a close friend that has children the same ages as mine. She related some of the same challenges in parenting older children. I laughed at her unsolicited quip,
Ironically, I received the following phone call less than 48 hours later from my oldest daughter.
“Mom, poddy-training is NOT going well. I just don’t know what to do. Brookie peed everywhere yesterday but in the poddy. I have to do a load of laundry just to have some clean undies for her to wear tomorrow.”
While we talked, Brookie actually peed in the poddy and the phone was handed to her while she sat on her toddler throne.
I found myself squealing into the cell phone, “Oh, Brookie, Gramma loves you! Are you going pee-pee in the poddy? What a big girl! Are you wearing big girl panties?”
After I made all the appropriate cheers and affirmations to Brookie, I continued the conversation with her Mommy, giving her the appropriate cheers and affirmations.
I related stories of poddy-training, being open with my wins and regrets, but encouraged my daughter that it would only get better.
Now, if I can just get them to hang up a new roll of toilet paper.