Don't Be Mad Mommy
"Don't be mad Mommy..." The first time he said it I began to cry almost instantly. It broke my heart. Yes, Little Man calls me Mommy. But it wasn't that that got to me...it was the look on his face. As I sat down at his feet to change his pull-up which he had pooped in probably for the 3rd time that morning, I was frustrated and was doing everything to make sure that he didn't see it. But was I mad...no. Little Man knew better...he was potty trained and regressed back to pull-ups...he knew he was supposed to poop in the toilet. But how could I be mad...not to mention it was only his first full day with me when this happened. (Side note - pray for us! We are potty training and are down to one accident a day!!) The reality is...yes I do get mad...and it happens often. When he chooses not to listen for the 5th time in a row. Or when he hits me or kicks me. Or when he runs around the apartment screaming and laughing when he is in trouble... there are many MANY tim...