I turned his favorite movie on and sat him on the potty, feet in a foot spa. As Toy Story played we sat there….waiting for him to pee. He’d had what felt like a gallon of water and was refusing to go so we sat and waited.
Another 10 minutes in and I put a table in front of him with more water for his hands….and we waited.
My son was having a foot and hand spa while I tried to get him to go to the potty and all I could do was sit and cry…and laugh…intermittently.
** Sure the experts had told me he was ready and was giving all the signs.
** Sure I knew that this was just the first time he’d demonstrate his defiant behavior but at the moment and in that place all I could do was sob.
I was sick of all the reassuring, “He won’t need diapers at kindergarten so don’t worry!” If you’ve even said that: please stop! Telling a Mum with a 2 year old that it may potentially take her 3 years to potty train is not helpful at all!
Looking back on those potty training days I can now laugh but at the time I thought it was never going to end. I got sick of all the well meaning comments and tried to only listen to my Husband and my son.
Motherhood isn’t for sissies.
Perhaps for you potty training was a breeze and your kiddo simply trained themselves but there’s something else that you’ve been wondering if it would ever end.
“Will their behavior ever improve?”
“Will their speech ever sound normal?”
We love our kids to pieces and beat ourselves up when it’s not all quite perfect. I remember the days of potty training and the thoughts that occupied my mind quickly went from, “I am really bad at teaching this” to “I’m going to fail him educationally!” “What if he ends up not being able to develop?”
My emotions ran amok with me and before I knew it I’d pictured the worse case scenario. Satan had grabbed ahold of my mind in the midst of my difficulty and was filling it with lies. Small lies, little seemingly insignificant things that over time amounted to one thing:
I was a miserable Mum.
And I believed it.
2 Corinthians 10:4-6 “We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.”
As silly as it sounds I’d gone from potty training a toddler to being convinced that I was failing as a Mum and the only reason I write this is: I know I’m not alone.
When we choose to listen to Satan’s lies we are saying to God that His death wasn’t enough.
That somehow we aren’t free, we are a prisoner to the lies and that the victory hasn’t been won but I’m so grateful that it’s done! That God has the victory. That even in the midst of difficult days of mothering, of diapers and wipes, of disobedient kids, of muddy messes, God is in control. All I have to do is take captive those nasty thoughts. You girls know the ones! The sneaky ones that whisper securities and maybe they’re whispering to you now.
The ones that challenge all you’re doing and tell you you’re a failure.
“We take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.”
Speak truth to your mind, speak truth to your kids and for goodness sake: speak truth to each other! Even if you think her decision is insane let’s be Mums who support each other in love.