About six months ago, we made our first attempts at potty training my son. It didn't go very well, so we took a break from trying. And now, he's officially potty trained. This childhood rite of passage is bittersweet. While I'm very excited to have a little guy out of diapers, I'm also sad because it means he's definitely not a baby anymore. But what's even harder to accept is that this new step in his journey towards big boy land means he doesn't need me as much. He knows how to pull down his pants, aim and shoot. He knows how to flush. He (mostly) knows how to wipe himself. He knows how to pull his pants back up, and wash his hands when he's done. Where does that leave me?
Baby, I Still Need You to Need Me
Posted by Leena Kollar on 20th Apr 2016