I have a confession. And you’re going to think I’m crazy. But I’ve got to
get this off my chest tell you.
I don’t want to potty train Annalyn.
At first I thought it was just because I’m afraid it’s going to be difficult. After all, my little sweetheart can be rather, how you say, willful. And even though she loves to talk about pee and poop and potty and panties 24/7, who’s to say that reality is going to be as exciting as this idealized world of big girl bodily functions?
And then our schedule is a factor, too. I work full-time and Mark works evenings, so Annalyn spends her days with three different people in two different places. And in a few weeks, we’re moving her from an in-home babysitter to a daycare. So we have plenty of complications to deal with here.
But today, someone asked me if my reason for being hesitant to start potty training is that I don’t want Annalyn to grow up.
WHAT? No. NO! Of COURSE not! Um, wait . . . Yes, it is.
She’s my BABY! And babies wear DIAPERS! They NEED their mamas! And I know I should be anxious to put these days behind me, ready to put that money to better use, all about leaving the diaper bag and wipes at home.
But I’m not.
It’s going too fast! She used to be so tiny, so quiet, so BABY. And now? Now she’s a walking (yay!), talking little person. She’s a chicken nugget eating, princess loving, slipper and monkey jammies wearing, movie watching, silly song singing girl.