We have spent the last week-and-a-half camping out here:
Nice accommodations, right?
Yes, sitting on that hard-wood floor there is very comfortable.
This girl has given me a run for my money:But I have to say that I think she's got it.
None of us around here could be any happier about that little fact, including Lu. She has been a total trooper and I'm so proud of her.
Potty training Lucy has been different. Very different. She didn't really fit in my mold of what I've gotten used to with my other kids. My tried and true system that I thought I had down to a "t" wasn't exact science anymore. I had such mixed emotions knowing in my heart that she really was ready but I was so darn nervous because of her syndrome. I know that sounds silly, but it is so hard to decipher what to be really pushy about and what to give some slack on.
There are kids with BBS (Bardet-Biedl) that have such trouble with potty training even into their teens. We got so many mixed messages as to whether we should wait, whether she would really "get it," and without getting too graphic, whether she would be able to even feel the sensation she needed to in order to get in a habit of using a toilet.
But Dave and I (knowing her and her own particular issues better than anyone else) both felt like it was time...developmentally, socially, emotionally...you get the picture.
The first two days Lucy had me on the verge of tears all day long. Excuse my language but it was H-E-double hockey sticks. I was so worked up with stress wondering how hard to push.
This is how her sticker chart looked for two whole days:(Yes, you can see that I spared no expenses there...maybe the chart itself was my problem...maybe it needed to be more dolled up and there would have been miraculous results...)
But then Dave gave me a pep talk about all this patience mumbo jumbo (which I got really huffy about and then realized he was right), and then I read this (thank you, wise Sarah) and the article it led me to which is here, and realized I needed to calm down a little. Why get so darn worked up about it? Lucy's been slower at all her developmental milestones. Did I really just think that she would miraculously potty-train herself overnight?
...or even after we read this book approx. 134 times?
Having these cheerleaders did help:
(Those little sweetie-pies really did do exactly this...they were SO excited for her.)
And I totally looked like this the whole time:
(totally happy and supportive...you know I kid about that one)
This has been typical Lucy:
I love the one braid in, one braid out, Dave's phone, no clothes on, yogurt on her face, purple-colored hands (coloring was one of her past-times while sitting on the toilet...really).
Here's what her sticker chart looks like today (held up by one of her cheerleaders because Lucy was too grumpy when I wanted to take the pic.):It's no wonder she's been grumpy lately...this is a HUGE step for her. But she is also suddenly seems SO much more mature. This has given her a big boost of confidence and I love watching her announce to strangers how big she is now.
The reason I titled this post "in training" is because I have realized over the last week that Lucy isn't the only one in training. We are all in our own form of training. Every day we are learning something new to help us better adapt in life and become who God wants us to be. We have all kinds of choices to make and comfort zones to break out of to keep growing and "becoming."
In our family, not only is Lucy learning a new skill (which is still totally a work in progress because although she's been dry for days, we still have to tell her to go), but I'm trying to be open to training myself in new ways as well. As a mother, especially as a mother of Lucy, I have had a rigorous training on how to be what she needs. Our whole family is in training on learning new ways to eat right to model for her. To distract her from bad moods when she wakes up on the wrong side of the bed. We have learned that Lucy needs tons of choices or she can hardly function. And she likes routine...her routine. But little by little we are all being trained. We just have to be open enough to change ourselves.
Although it's been a tough, different week, pulling in the driveway the other night noticing Dave had put the good ol' diaper pail out on the curb for the bulk trash pick-up this week made my heart flutter a little bit.
Some baby things are tough to let go of. They pull at my heart strings. But that thing? Not so much. I think we're due for a serious celebration.