As you may have heard, I’ve been spending a lot of time in the bathroom lately, and not just for reasons pertaining to the title of my blog (in fact, I can’t even remember the last time I’ve had diarrhea due to the iron supplements I’ve been taking) but because Callum is newly potty-trained and now drops les deux in the toilet. The step stool he’s supposed to be using to climb upon the throne himself is instead used to support myself as I sit and wait fricking forever for him to do his thing.
So I’ve been thinking.
Here’s a bang-selfie to keep you interested in what I’m writing:
That it’s funny and strange how it’s normal for me to watch Callum go poo, up close and personal, with grimaces, poo-coming-out sounds and all, punctuated with a plop but that one day, hopefully sooner than later, this type of behaviour where his mother watches him take a shit, becomes unacceptable. Humiliating, even. I mean, I can’t pinpoint exactly when it happened but I certainly don’t sit beside Jake on the toilet and watch him go! Maybe figuratively, but that’s for the book. LOL.
What the hell am I talking about? I’m talking about human behaviour. That it’s amazing to me how one day, a person’s behaviour will be not only acceptable but normal and expected but that as we evolve as humans, certain behaviours, if we’re healthy and growing and moving toward independence and competency, will naturally get phased out and replaced by new more socially acceptable and less destructive behaviours.
Except, some people get stuck on the throne though, don’t they? Grimacing, stinking the place up while we watch on in awkward repulsion. Or maybe it’s we that sit there, point at the step stool beside us and expect our loved ones to keep us company.