I totally dropped the ball on potty training. There, I said it. I decided my partner and I should wait until the summer, so my son could play in the yard sans pants and "effortlessly" learn how to use the toilet. Then I went on a trip and the plan was postponed. Before I knew it my son was starting preschool, we were "on the clock," and I was sufficiently grossed out. I'm not alone, though, as made obvious when I asked moms to reveal the potty training moment that redefined the world "gross" for them, and probably every other potty training parent who has ever attempted to get their kid to use a toilet sufficiently.
It's no surprise that teaching your child to move from diapers to "big kid underwear," and "hold it" until they get to a bathroom, is going to come with a few "eww" moments. After all, you are literally dealing with pee and poop. My son is very independent and demanded privacy as soon as he started to use the bathroom properly. Adorable, right? Wrong. This meant he would try to empty his potty into the "big toilet" all by himself, and inevitably make a huge mess in the process. I really appreciated his interest in developing personal autonomy, though, so I would usually let him get on with it and clean up afterwards. It's all about picking and choosing your battles, my friends.
As a parent trying to teach your kid the basics, especially when it comes to how to properly dispose of certain bodily fluids, words are going to take on a whole new meaning. "Patience" starts to mean "superhuman strength," and "gross?" Well, gross starts to describe moments like these: