I love watching my son, Monkey grow up.
It never ceases to amaze me what little sponges children are. He is absorbing all kinds of information and his play becomes full of his wonderful imagination.
I watch my friends babies and it’s quite wonderful to think how much they will learn in the first 3 years of their lives. We don’t give them enough credit for all the things they learn in such a short time. We’re too busy moving on to the next thing – teething, weaning, crawling, walking, talking.
As you know, my son has always done things in his own time, hence being later to talk than all of his peers by some margin. That development in the last year is quite incredible. He talks clearly, in full sentences and we can now have conversations – what a difference a year makes.
This morning he was downstairs and I popped upstairs to get some washing. He started shouting ‘Mummy – poo poo!’ I came downstairs, he was in the downstairs cloakroom and was happy to show off his morning ablutions fully deposited in the toilet. Nothing earth-shattering, until I thought about it. It was this time last year we started with the dreaded potty training. Our first attempt was a total disaster.
I held off trying again until last July. I wanted to crack it before pre-school started in September. I can remember the first two weeks were awfully trying, not for him, just for me. Lots of washing, lots of accidents on various carpets throughout the house, dreading leaving the house, then suddenly we seemed to turn a corner.
By September he was doing really well, wouldn’t actually tell anyone he needed the toilet but rarely had an accident if I thought about the time constantly. Pre-school were great with continuing his training and really helped with the transition to a toilet. He loved his ‘Thomas’ potty at home and wasn’t keen on really using anything else, anywhere. But slowly, we cracked that and then bought a cheap toilet trainer seat. He hated that to start with, would happily go straight on the toilet at pre-school but not at home. Anyway, as with everything, in his own time, he cracked the idea of using the training seat downstairs and then would quite happily go straight on the toilet upstairs.
It’s taken him a lot longer than his friends to just take himself off to the toilet when he needs to go, but that hasn’t really bothered me. But over the last few weeks, I’ve noticed that next step being conquered. I can’t actually remember now when he went dry through the night (bad Mummy, although it will be in his baby book I’m sure) but what a joy it is when you no longer need nappies and pull-ups.
So, we reach this morning, my son shouting out about his success and looking so pleased with himself. Time for Mummy to reflect on his journey over the last year and to marvel in all the steps he’s taken to get to this point. Amazing 🙂