Jaybird usually revels in being a self-proclaimed “big boy” but these past few days he seems like he needs space from it. It’s mostly about potty. He’s become more resistant and weepy about it, between accidents and successes alike. He tugs on my heart strings with his in-betweenness, his desire to be like a baby and his desire to be grown up. He said to me the other day: “I’m not a big boy!”
I’m waiting outside his school as I type this. It’s a wonderful place but I wonder if the pressure of being the youngest in a group that includes 5 year-olds is getting to him. Sometimes I think his lead teacher expects more independence of him than is developmentally appropriate. She was pretty frustrated the other day about a poop accident — verbally, to me, in front of all other kids and parents. We’re torn between frustration when it seems like he just doesn’t care, and wanting to protect him and give him space.
We tried to implement a star chart and he had an accident on day one. Burst into tears. Oh, man.
Anyway, sweet bub. I’m going to give him extra cuddles today.