Yesterday was St. Patrick's Day, and I thought that was going to be the only thing special about the day, oh that and seeing my SIL and precious little neice for lunch. I certainly didn't expect my not-quite 2 year old, Gwendolyn, to wake up yesterday morning and decide to wear underwear, but that's what she did. And I'm tickled pink!
I should have known that it was coming, because her big sister potty learned the same way. And yes, I do prefer the term "potty learning" because that really captures what happened with my girls. They watched, they noticed, they learned, they tried (and failed some) and then finally they learned to stop automatically doing you-know-what in their diapers (oh, the convenience, I'm sure!) and to toddle to the potty. I'm sure cute underwear helped a bit, though. ;)
It never ceases to amaze me, as a mom, when my children have sudden leaps in their maturity. Certainly, I faciliate things, and support them, and encourage them. But ultimately, it's them! That is so encouraging to me, and really helps me gain perspective on certain trials of parenthood. I have no doubt that Gwendolyn will have some occassional accidents, but that's OK. She has taken the lead in this potty learning thing, and I have no doubt that if I stand by and support her when she needs it, that she will do just fine.
Now, if only I can maintain this attitude as my girls grow older, and hit other milestones of maturity that cause me anxiety rather than glee.
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