So I just picked up the kids at daycare on my way home from work. I’m afraid to even say it for what will likely happen if I do, but Ryley got through day six without any potty accidents. To some that might not seem like a big deal, but Ryley is almost 5 years old, and we’ve been potty training for two years now. This has been by far the most frustrating struggle with him. On this particular developmental milestone, it has been one step forward, ten steps back. I have cried, ranted, raved, yelled, and walked away fuming. I have been at a complete loss for longer than I ever cared to be. This is my MAIN reason Ryley is not starting kindergarten this year.
So I gave him a high five when I picked them up to celebrate another dry day. He asked me if it had hurt. I told him no, so he wanted to do it again, stronger this time. I told him he could do that with Daddy, that Mommy wanted hugs and kisses instead of high fives that hurt. He quickly provided both, and my heart overflowed. There is so much love in this little man. How did kids know to love their parents? Is it the overwhelming love we give them? Is it inherent? Is it because we provide for them? Is it because we give them safe haven, clothes, food, activities, toys, education, vacations? There is probably some psychological reason that I am unaware of. How do these little people know to love?
Here’s a “then and now” look at Ryley. The second is my favorite picture ever, even though you can’t see any faces, and is the main photo on Ryley’s birth day scrapbook page.