With the knowledge of a third baby around the corner, and the experience of two in diapers at the same time behind me, I am feeling a rather big push to accomplish the dreaded wearing of the underwear for the middle one. It seems I have all the potty learning logistics lined up for me, cloth diapering, lots of naked time, an older brother to mimic… the trifecta. But alas, my three-year old is just not ready. That is right. He isn’t ready. I learned my lesson the first time around, and I will be damned if I let this one break me the way I was broken just a couple of years ago. Maybe I don’t know the right cues, maybe I don’t remind him enough, maybe I started to late, but we are here and this is what it is.
I have been thinking about how often as parents we compare our children, ourselves and our spouses to one another’s. I think about how this habit brings us even further down when things aren’t as smooth as we would like them to be. How without even much effort this comparison sets us up for a disruption of our rhythm, which we have all tried so very hard to create. I am vowing not to let this happen this go at it. I know most little ones seem to be out of diapers a bit sooner than mine, but it isn’t really a big deal. And when people see me toting my newborn around with a puffy diapered three-year olds chubby hand in mine, I will not think twice. When he doesn’t tell me he has gone to the bathroom and I have to figure it out, I refuse to get angry. When I line up my giant man-child next to this newborn babe to change both their diapers I will not gasp at how big this little boy appears. When I have both my big set of diapers and my new-born set out on the line I promise, I will look at those waving banners of color and sigh, because of course I know this time is short. This is my manifesto. I am writing it here to confirm with myself it is so.
And not that I feel my boy is by any means the describing word featured in this song… I can’t help but get this (click here!) song stuck in my head with every diaper change or accident, it’s a knee jerk reaction. I promise I sing it in my head with a smile on my face. It is a good one, it will be stuck in your head too.