I just wrote the longest heartfelt post about potty training and totally lost the whole thing.... ugh.
I will try and recreate it, but we'll see if it comes out the way I wanted it to.
I am a firm believer in early potty training. I believe our children are totally capable to learn this skill way earlier than society now gives them credit for. People actually think I'm crazy for attempting to potty train my 2 year old, but I know she is smart enough to learn this skill and believe that the habit of going in a diaper is going to be harder to break if she gets to practice it for another year.
All that being said, even though I introduced the potty at just around a year, we didn't really start training until right after Sass turned 2. Bubbie was just over 2 1/2 when we trained him and he picked it up so quickly. Sass isn't getting it quite as quick, but still doing great!
For the first week I put her in pull ups and sat her on the potty a lot. We didn't have very many successes but she was getting the concept. About a week or so later she started wearing panties at home and learning from our accidents. She still wore pull ups out and about but I would take her and she started to actually use public in potties (gross!!). After about another week we transitioned to full time panties. There have been lots of accidents but also lots of successes.
Here is where potty training stinks. I don't know if I'm the only mom that feels this way, but it is so personal to me. I feel so happy and proud of her successes and crushed when she has an accident. I end up putting my worth as a mom into how well she is doing.
Am I a better mom the days she has no accidents? Don't I deserve a gold star? A pat on the back? Am I not as good of a mom on the days she tinkles through three pairs of panties in a row? Am I not paying her enough attention? Am I too busy to catch her and help her learn? Should I just slap a diaper back on her?
Washing panties, wiping up tinkle... those are the easy parts. It's the stress I put on myself that makes potty training so hard.
The good news is as quickly as I get down on myself when she has an accident, I turn it around when she has a success. Each day is a new day and before I know it this will be another stage of her babyhood that is gone. Another step towards her being a big girl. So for today I'm going to enjoy her and her cute toddler self for what she is, tinkle on the floor and all.