On facebook I read a post from a pious guy complaining about young mothers posting “ridiculously disgusting” news of children going potty for the first time, doing their first doody in the potty and so on. I almost commented that 30-something years ago, if facebook had been around, HIS mother would have been posting the SAME thing! If you’ve never been a mother, you don’t get it. At all.
There isn’t a sash with badges for mothers, but if there were, the MY KID WENT IN THE POTTY badge would be worn proudly and loudly in a prominent location on that sash. It is a rite of passage. And many other mothers would cheer loudly and proudly right along with the new badge toting mother, knowing what she went through to earn that iron-on emblem!
My eldest turns 20 in two weeks and I remember the day LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY when I would have earned my first of three “My kid went poopy in the potty” badges. Not trying to embarrass my eldest, but children whose mothers have blogs are stronger for it! My husband and I conversed on the appropriate bribe before we settled on the much sought after gummi bear. We bought a jar with a sealing lid for the shelf above the toilet and filled it with gummy goodness. We explained the rules, because all of life’s great advancements have rules. 1 poopy in the potty = 1 gummi bear. Easy peasey.
My husband arrived home on the first gummi bear award winning day and the jar was already empty. M-T! Unbelievably, he accused me of eating the gummi bears. I understood his accusation, as I had in the past eaten ALL the chocolate chip cookies in the cookie jar… and all the rice krispie squares in the pan. (No, wait. That was HIM!) Motherhood is stressful at times. However, I denied the accusation and explained the newly discovered talents of our little bomb-dropping angel. She could do one little teeny eensy weensy doo-doo and then hop off the potty, “ALL DONE!” She deserved every gummi bear she ate. What skill! What control! Time for a new rule!
This is facebook worthy news that should be celebrated by at least half of humanity despite Mr. That’s-Disgusting’s opinion.
The other imaginary badge on my imaginary sash that I remember earning with pride was the “All my kids can barf in the toilet” badge. THAT is an accomplishment! It saves time, money, hassle, midnight sheet changes, etc. etc. etc. In the early years of mothering, these tasks are paramount to parenting! Nothing could make a young mom happier. NOTHING! And to be recognized for our accomplishments in bringing about these world changing events would have been awesome. But no.
The moral of the story is: next time a young mom posts on facebook about a child’s success in the bathroom, congratulate HER with much fanfare. It is her life. It is her mission. It is her mission accomplished at that juncture in life!
(I apologize if you can’t ever eat another gummi bear without thinking about my angel.)