So far, the goal of staying dry through the night has been out of reach. Getting too big for kid over-nights and still being too small for adult ones doesn't help. And don't get me started on clothes where a boys extra large ranges from 14 to 20, depending on the brand! After zero progress, I scaled back on pushing (and undoubtedly stressing) James, hoping he would again take the initiative, like he did in the toilet training challenge. I still made a big deal about getting up each day and going to the bathroom. We all did it as a family rule. Of course, no progress. Then one day, I heard a noise. Huh? James always gets up and runs straight to us and climbs into our bed. Lo and behold, the noise was James using the toilet! Woo-hoo! Big deal! Major praise! Of course, I steeled myself: it was a fluke. Don't set up expectations. A lull ensued. We were back to verbal prompting and no obvious awareness. Yesterday, James had an actual accident, wetting the bed. I took it in stride. Later, after a slightly rough morning in two therapy sessions and a cranky time at school, James admitted it all in his book:
"Why is my Mommy so nice? Why is she Mommy-nice to me even when I am mean? Why is she so good? Why am I not good like her? Mommy Loves me more than I deserve. Why am I so bad? Mommy thinks I am good too, but I can be bad too. Mommy wants me to make good choices but I don't always. I was mean to my Mommy and my Daddy. I peed in the bed on purpose this morning because I didn't want to move. I am sorry Mommy. My Mommy loves me anyway."
This morning? Right into the bathroom to use the toilet! This. will. happen. Once again, it will be on his schedule. I am so proud of this hard-working kid!
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