If there is one thing I know with absolute certainty, it's that non-parents have no idea the glee that comes along with successful potty training moments.
I can honestly say that anyone who shared potty training stories with me in my pre-parenting days had his or her story fall on uninterested ears.
Hell, potty training stories today that aren't about my kid don't really garner a strong level of interest on my part.
This clearly doesn't keep me from sharing successful potty training stories with anyone -- including those who read this blog -- so please don't take my comments personally. I'm thrilled for those who are walking down the path toward diaper-free living, but there is something that comes along with seeing your own child succeed that is like no other.
The coveted moment came when she really went on the potty for the first time this evening. I'm not going to spell it out ... I think we all know what I'm talking about.
She was so proud and we were so proud. You would have thought she just discovered the cure for cancer. I screamed even though Jack was sleeping. We danced. It was glorious.
The best part, though, was when I had to then ::ahem:: use the facilities (just No. 1 people, get your minds out of the gutter!). Abby was in the bath tub and insisted on "looking in the potty".
She then mimicked my voice inflection perfectly, saying, "Great job, Mommy, I'm so proud of you!"
I'm not sure what was more gratifying: getting her praise or knowing that we sound that way to her.
Either way, my kid is sporting some Sofia the First and Hello! Kitty underwear and we couldn't be more proud.