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by Nurturings staff on Aug 09, 2026

Potty training. Again.

You’d think that after doing this twice already, I’d feel more confident. Instead, I mostly feel tired. Some days I want to throw the diapers out the window. Other days, I’m tempted to chuck the potty seat, the trainers, and my determination right along with them.

Trading diapers for the potty is like other parenting transitions—like moving my child from my bed to their own or weaning from the bottle. Every parent I’ve talked to is going through or has been through the same transitions, and yet there’s always some aspect that surprises me. 

These are not small changes. And even if you’ve done them before, you’ve never done this one—with this child. For them, it’s all brand new.

Some transitions happen quickly. Others dig in their heels and refuse to budge. Potty training, for us, is definitely the stubborn kind.

When I feel frustrated, I’ve been trying to pause and look at why I want this change to happen right now.

Logically, I know my child can make the transition. Emotionally, it still feels overwhelming.
I feel done.

Done with diapers. Done with middle-of-the-night wake-ups. Done with repeating the same thing over and over. I wonder why my child can’t just cooperate already. 

I don’t feel resentful toward my daughter. But after more than eight years of changing diapers, I am very tired.

If I’m being real, there’s some timetable in my head.

I’m definitely tired of diapers. But there’s more going on, too. This is my youngest of three, and we’re not having any more children. She didn’t linger in the baby stage:  She hit physical milestones months before her older sisters. In many ways, she’s been gently nudging me forward whether I’m ready or not.

I also have a habit of breezing through transitions without really acknowledging them. When she stopped breastfeeding around 17 months, I didn’t mark the “last” time. I loved breastfeeding, and I knew that pausing to grieve that ending would be too painful. So we just moved on.

Potty training feels similar, but bigger. This marks the end of my baby and toddler years. No more diapers. No more babies in my care. There will be freedom in that, yes—but also a quiet ache. Dragging this out for months doesn’t actually make it easier. It just stretches out the sadness.

What I’ve realized is that what’s most required of me right now is love.

My daughter will be potty trained. (I repeat this to myself often.) My job is to love her where she is, to love this stage, and to let that love fuel my patience.

That same love will also carry me through the realization that there are no more babies, no more toddlers, and someday no more little girls in my care.

So I’ve made a few small changes to signal and celebrate the transition. I took the changing table out of her room. We weren’t using it anyway, and it helps signal that something is shifting. I added potty training diapers to the grocery list. 

We’ll keep moving forward with consistency, but I’m loosening my timeline. I’m choosing patience. And I’m renewing my love for caring for a toddler and celebrating her growth—right here, right now.

What was your most recent big transition? How did you celebrate?

Celebrate the milestones

(This post was inspired by “Finding Grace and Love in Potty Training?” 2010.)

by Rita Brhel, editor on Jun 10, 2026

For a long time, I had this idea that parents shouldn’t get mad.

I’m not sure where that belief came from. My own parents certainly got angry with me sometimes—and, honestly, some of my teenage antics probably deserved it.

Still, I was shocked by how angry I felt the first time my daughter really frustrated me.
I’m usually pretty calm under pressure. But that sudden rush of anger caught me off guard. It scared me. I didn’t like feeling as though I had lost control of my emotions. I wanted to raise my daughter without yelling or spanking, but in those moments of intense frustration, those reactions felt almost automatic.

I was lucky enough at the time to be a member of a parenting group. These were parents I’d been meeting with since my daughter was born. We had all been answering questions and cheering each other along the way. I was betting that there were other people in the group who had wisdom and experience to share.

I went in to figure out how to stop feeling angry so I could better soothe both my daughter’s distress and my own. Instead, they told me something I wasn’t expecting.

Feeling angry isn’t the problem. Since anger is a normal human emotion, the challenge is finding effective ways to express it. In fact, trying not to feel anger at all often backfires and leaves us feeling suppressed when trying to respond. The goal wasn’t to stop feeling angry. The goal was to understand it.

The first thing I had to practice was not to be afraid of anger.

I started by reminding myself that anger is normal.

One mom in my group suggested something simple: name my feelings out loud. At first it felt a little silly, but it has become one of the most useful tools I have.

Whenever I noticed myself moving away from my calm baseline, I would say, “I feel…” and fill in the blank. Sometimes the emotion was obvious. Other times I had to pause and sort through my sometimes-uncomfortable body sensations and thoughts to figure out exactly what I was feeling. Often it turned out to be more than one emotion at the same time.

Once I could name the feeling, I added a “because...” afterward. The point wasn’t to launch into a list of everything my daughter had done wrong. Instead, it was to identify the real reason behind my reaction.

“I feel angry because I didn’t see that coming.”

That simple exercise helped me stop blaming my daughter and start responding with more compassion—for both of us.

Once I understood why I was angry, the feeling became much less scary. And when I no longer felt overwhelmed by the emotion, I could think more clearly about how to respond.

Over time, I noticed a pattern. The situations that triggered the strongest reactions were usually the ones that blindsided me, especially those that were scary or time-consuming to deal with.

I never would have predicted that my daughter would dump every tack out of a bulletin board and into the carpet. Or spill an entire bottle of olive oil across the kitchen floor, at the end of a long day, before I made supper.

To prepare myself for these kinds of surprises, I started mentally rehearsing how I wanted to react. I would imagine walking into a room and finding my daughter drawing a face on the dining room wall with markers. In my mind, I practiced staying calm. I’ve been surprised to find that this mental rehearsal has helped with so many situations in real life.

And this mental rehearsal is what helped me become more comfortable with my stronger feelings that happen in unexpected, overwhelming situations. I was better able to help my daughter with her emotions, too. I could deal with her frustration when I took away the tacks, her fear after spilling the olive oil, and her confusion when I wasn’t thrilled with her wall art.

I also started reminding myself what life looks like from a toddler’s perspective.

My daughter had more physical abilities than she did as a baby, but she didn’t yet have impulse control. She didn’t have enough life experience to predict consequences the way adults do. Seeing situations through her eyes helped me adjust my expectations and respond more effectively. 

“Put on your shoes first. Then tell me if you find a tack so we can pick them all up.”

“Can you bring me a towel for the oil spill? Actually, I think we’ll need another one.”

“Wow, that’s a very nice picture. But let’s put your drawing on paper so we can keep it. Then we’ll need to clean up the wall. We’ll frame your drawing and put it on the clean wall.”

When I approached these moments with understanding, they became opportunities to teach rather than opportunities to get angry.

This shift helped a lot, but it wasn’t enough on its own.

I also realized that I needed to be proactive throughout the rest of the day if I wanted to have fewer frustrating moments happening in the first place.

I moved tempting items—like markers—out of reach. This made me appreciate and continue to emphasize daily routines with regular times for waking up, play, meals, snacks, naps, and bedtime. When we were out and about, I tried to work around those routines, avoiding grocery trips during nap time and always carrying snacks.

At the time, I thought I was simply making life easier. Looking back, I realize I was also sharing important life skills like time management, planning ahead, and self-care—skills my daughter still uses today as a college student.

Those routines made a huge difference, but there was one more thing I learned never to overlook—sharing time together.

My daughter loved drawing together, taking walks, reading books while cuddled up on the couch, and being with me while I did chores.

Whenever tantrums suddenly seemed to increase, I learned to ask myself a few questions: Is she hungry? Tired? Coming down with a virus? And then one more: Have we had enough time together lately?

If she wasn’t hungry, tired, or sick, I made a point to spend extra one-on-one time with her. Each time I was able to do this, I usually realized something new and helpful. Maybe she hadn't slept well. Maybe she was going through a growth spurt. Maybe something else was going on that I couldn't see. Whatever the reason, she needed a little more time with me.

Sharing positive time together has often been the simplest part of parenting, except when life gets busy. Then it’s the easiest thing to push aside. Still, even during busy times, I could often share enjoyable time together in everyday moments like watering the houseplants or letting my toddler splash in the kitchen sink while “helping” to wash dishes.

My parent group was a huge source of support and inspiration, and laughter, for years. I wish that for every parent! Over the years, I was able to get more comfortable with all of my feelings, including anger, and what to do about that. I wasn’t perfect at this and sometimes I still reacted in the way I was trying to avoid. But practicing how to notice my anger and the real reason behind that and mentally rehearsing my reaction–along with my go-to’s of daily routines and spending time together–made parenting my daughter so much more enjoyable for me. 

Still without fail, spending time together helps both of us feel better. It did then, and it still does.

Being proactive makes parenting so much more enjoyable

by Nurturings staff on May 10, 2026

It sneaks up on me fast. One minute everything feels fine, and the next, my thoughts are spiraling in an exhausting cycle of guilt.

Guilt for not spending enough time with my kids. Guilt for spending too much time on housework, or not enough. Guilt for losing my patience. The list can get long. 

I love being a mom, but figuring it out as I go is hard. 

I wasn’t prepared to feel so much self-doubt with my firstborn. The birth didn’t go the way I planned, and I struggled with breastfeeding. Over time, I grew more confident in my parenting, and the worry eased. 

Things were different with our second child, but I had new questions and concerns. I knew I needed more help.

This time, I relied more on friends and family for support. I joined an AP parent group. Everyone I asked was happy to offer tips and encouragement, and their support is helping me learn how to trust myself as a mother and to stop being so hard on myself.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that parenting is easier when you have the support of caring people around you. A strong support network is a part of a parent’s health. It’s like a second brain or a battery charger that allows us to focus our best energy in learning and doing our best parenting as we go. 

Editor’s note: If you’re struggling with worry or other uncomfortable feelings anytime after giving birth or welcoming a child, you’re not a bad parent and you’re not alone. Caring, supportive people who understand what you’re experiencing make all the difference. Contact Postpartum Support International to connect with a professional counselor and local support. 

We love our children, but parenting is hard. It's OK to say that.

(This post was inspired by “Attachment Parenting Doesn't Make Me a Perfect Parent,” 2012.)