November 3, 2009
It’s widely known that Moms rarely get any privacy in the bathroom. Once you have a child- especially a walking, talking one- a quiet moment on the potty while at home with said child is a miracle.
I knew this before having a baby, but it wasn’t a very big deal at first. I mean- a 10 month old is curious and grabby, but they don’t really know WHAT they’re grabbing for and they don’t really comprehend what they’re seeing.
But a 2 and a half year old? ASKS QUESTIONS.
I’ve tried to stay relaxed about letting Maggie watch me in the bathroom. For one thing, when it’s just the two of us at home, I don’t always trust her to be alone and wandering the house for too long. So if I’m going to be in the bathroom for more than 30 seconds (I’m a quick pee-er!), I’d actually prefer her to come in with me. Plus, I think it’s good for her to see how Grown Ups do it so she can finally be done with diapers and start using the toilet herself (which- that continues to be a work in progress. One step forward, two steps back. argh.)
But even more than that, I don’t want her to be ashamed of anything that goes on In The Bathroom, you know? I mean, yeah, at a certain age we’ll start keeping things private for all parties involved, but for now, I think it’s good to keep it all very natural and easy-breezy.
However, lately because she’s getting older and more inquisitive and OMG SMART, it’s getting tricky. Especially during that Special Lady Time for Mommy.
Today I was going about my, um, Lady Business real quick so we could head outside to play before dinner. And of course Maggie had to follow me into the bathroom. I had my supplies in hand, and immediately she started with the questions.
Maggie, pointing to the item my hand: “Wuts dat?!”
Me, trying to brush it off: “It’s just a Mommy Thing.”
Maggie: “On-nee for gwown-ups?”
Me: “Yup, only for grown ups.”
Maggie, crouching down in front of me and OH MY GOSH, staring at my crotch while I did something extremely private and well… kinda gross, really: “Wuts dat? Is dat for your bum?”
Me, having NO IDEA how to respond to that: “Yes, sweetie, it’s for my bum.”
“To take your temp-itch-ur?”
So this Keeping It Real thing isn’t going so well.