Apologies for using the language of potty training. We are in America where there is no escape from cute terminology when it comes to pee, poo and dimpled baby butts. Or, maybe it isn’t America. Maybe it is a universal truth that a child can not be toilet trained without adorable songs that rhyme “poo” with “you”.
My mother’s training regime is simple: upon waking or finishing a meal, sit May on the toilet.
No matter how dedicated and determined my mother may be, I have my doubts May can be toilet trained. There is dreaming and there is realism. I lean uncomfortably towards realism; my mom is a dreamer – be it a dreamer who has proved me wrong on more than one occasion.
Hell – I’m happy to be wrong on this occasion as well.
So, what’s working against May?
- Cognitively she has to understand that she pees and poos.
- She must identify the toilet. She must see it and recognize it for its role.
- She has communicate when she needs to go.
There are all kinds of physical skills as well: sitting independently, balancing on the edge of a seat, wiping her butt, etc. I would imagine there is special, assistive seating available. Wiping? I think that will remain my department. I can’t imagine her ever gaining the skills to wipe. It involves reaching awkwardly and wiping an area based on touch and body awareness alone. There is no way. It’s a truth as simple as my mother’s potty training.
I just don’t believe. I don’t believe I’ll ever stop wiping. I don’t believe I’ll ever stop any of it.
What I do believe is that I need more time coming to terms with May’s limitations.
Do you think May will master the toilet? And, if you do, why?
We are now 5 for 5. Mom wanted to try May on the toilet tonight to show me and low and behold, she did it! It was adorable. My daughter was on the toilet, tinkling some pee-pee, and I loved it. I still have my doubts – they are considerable – but, they are also weakened now.