Tag Archives: parenting

My toddler is wearing underpants. Sort of.

4 Aug

I came home today to find my two and a half year old, naked, in the front courtyard wielding a garden hose. I wish I’d gotten a picture!

The next time I saw him, he was wearing his older brother’s underpants…over his diaper. His nanny tells me that this fashion choice was his own insistence. Is this his way of telling me that he’s ready for potty training??  

I ask this because, well, for a variety of reasons, I’ve let potty training sort of slide this summer. This being my second trip around parenting, I’ve learnt to pick my battles. Potty training falls under that category for me. I mean, he’s not really even talking yet (and that’s a post for another day), how can I start potty training?

That being said, I was rather surprised at the reaction I got from the director of the Montessori preschool that I just enrolled my youngest in when I told him that my son wasn’t toilet trained yet. “You mean he still wears a diaper at night?”, he asked. “Um, no, he wears a diaper all day too”, was my response. It wouldn’t have taken an expert in body language to tell me that this man did NOT approve.

I took this up with another teacher mommy friend of mine with a child of similar age. I told her about how this school director responded and, that up until that moment, I’d thought I was doing well as a parent – or at least I didn’t realise that I was ‘failing’. She was predictably supportive and reminded me that we all learn at our own pace. 

So hopefully, soon, my youngest will be fully potty trained and I will gain the approval of his new school’s director. In the meantime, I’m happy to continue changing diapers. 

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Raising kids is never boring.

8 May

What to post as your very first WordPress blog? It’s a daunting question. But seeing as I’m making my first post on Mother’s Day, a picture depicting my superior parenting skills seemed appropriate.

In case you’re wondering what you’re looking at, it’s a shot of my husband trying to comfort our 2 and a half year old son who has managed to lock himself in a change room of the Tokyu department store at MBK Shopping Center.

Few things grab department store security’s attention as the sight of a grown man lying on the ground with his arm under the door of a change room accompanied by the sounds of a screaming toddler. Come to think of it, this sight quickly grabbed the attention of a great number of shoppers as well.

So how did this happen you ask? It started with boredom.

Toddlers are not known for their high boredom threshold as anyone who has spent more than 6 minutes in the company of one can attest to. Daddy was in a change room of his own somewhere and I was simply attempting to keep my son amused. He found an empty change room and did what just about any other kid his age would do. He walked in, closed the door and then opened the door. And so a game of peek-a-boo ensued.

I must admit, the thought of him locking himself in there by accident momentarily crossed my mind but then I thought, “What are the odds of that actually happening? Geez mom, let the kid have his fun.” Yup, you guessed it. No sooner had those thoughts formed and evaporated…the predictable happened.

Universal parenting truth #1

If you are a parent, this has happened to you.

By “this” I mean, your child has caused you some degree of embarrassment in a public place. Their actions (or inaction in the case of doing the “rag doll” in front of till 7 of the supermarket because they are not leaving until they get that sugary treat so annoyingly displayed at their eye level) have caused complete strangers to look at you with their contemptibly rumpled nose and roll their childless little eyes in a way that suggests you are a bad parent.

But in this case I couldn’t help but think that this scene was all my own doing. I should have stopped him from playing in the store. I should have stopped him from playing when it crossed my mind he could get trapped. I should have… (insert the endless possibility of things I should have done to avoid this from happening in the first place).

In the end, a nice man wielding a screw driver arrived and pried open the door in seconds and our son dived into the arms of his waiting daddy. Ten minutes, and one whole coconut later, said son was right as rain.

So. Superior parenting skills? I propose that there is no such thing. We are all making it up as we go along. Should I have acted on that little voice in my head? Probably. Will I do things differently next time. Perhaps. But I will also continue to try to temper my propensity to overprotect with my wish for my son to make his own discoveries and come to his own conclusions about the world around him. Yesterday’s lesson: beware of closing doors that you don’t know will open for you.