So the kid's been pretty much a rock star on the toilet training front since the summer, which we figured was our deadline, since she obviously had to be ready to go to school in September, right? Wrong. Toilet training was not a prereq, it turns out. No problem, she'll just be at the head of the class.
Well, during the first couple of months, the kid was doing fine everywhere but school, where she'd invariably have an accident or two. Several weeks of daily clothing changes [well, 3 afternooons/wk] and no improvements later, and with a crazy month of international travel looming in front of us, we decided to just take a diaper break. Lay off the "all by myself" and the "big girl" and the pressure disguised as praise, and let the kid pick it back up on her own when we get back and settled in Jan.
Even though it's great to be rid of the pee stress and the drop-everything fire drills to the bathroom, it's hard not to feel like a screw-up, if not exactly a failure, as a parent. But not in the "oy, the kid's 2.5 and still in diapers?!" way that all the grandmothers think, or the "my child's regressing, what's wrong?" angst that we've entertained the last few weeks.
No, it's the realization that we've been pushing her feeding her little developmental neuroses; we're the demanding, micromanaging parents we really hope not to be. And as soon as the kid gets back from French class, I swear, I'm gonna make it up to her.