I’ve come to the conclusion life is all about change. Just when you’re comfortable with the status quo, suddenly
you’re adjusting—adjusting to things like a big boy's bed...or a
little brother. I’ve always been fairly flexible in adapting to new situations, but
the latest change being thrust upon me has me somewhat perplexed. It seems that
now, instead of continuing to wear my comfy, dependable diaper, I’m
required to go through a regimen called “potty training.” I’m not sure I like
it. Besides being a little scary—what if I fell right through that hole in the
seat?—the potty is not nearly as convenient as a diaper. I mean, with a diaper,
when you’re ready to go, you go, right?
I admit, however, there have been a few
upsides to this process. I got a super new potty seat that is bright,
shiny red and has pictures of my favorite movie stars, Lightning McQueen and
Mater. I also got a matching stool that helps me reach the lavatory. And, oh
yes, there’s flushing. I love flushing. Pushing that silver lever
and hearing that great whooshing sound are so...so empowering. But even with these
perks, I’m not completely sold on the idea of using the potty.
As with the other changes in my
life, I fear I must bow to the inevitable. And I’ve found one of
the best ways to master life’s challenges is with the help of a book. If you or
a loved one is presently facing this stressful rite of passage, let me
recommend My Big Boy Potty, written
by Joanna Cole and illustrated by Maxie Chambliss. I closely identify with
Michael, the protagonist in the story. He is about my age and size. Like me, he enjoys playing with his toys, and he loves reading books. At the first of the story, he
wears a diaper—just like I do. Ms. Cole explains how Michael learns to use
the potty, and by the end, he is wearing BIG BOY underpants! I haven’t quite reached that point yet, but I’m making an honest effort. And when I’m successful, I hope I get a pair of big boy underpants with Lightning McQueen and Mater on them. In the meantime, I’m finding the bathroom is a good place to get in some quality reading time.
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| Instead of goldfish, I give My Big Boy Potty five flushes! (I know, I'm being silly.) |
