"These are years when you probably do the most important work of your lives. Don't wish away your years of caring for small children."
We have had several catastrophes related to potty training...I will spare you the details...so I thought that this poem is fitting:
Toddlers are a challenge, true,
But patience is the key.
They smile and scream and holler,
Just as cute as they can be.
Sometimes I really wonder
If I'll make it through the day.
And one more on the way.
Is this my sacred heritage?
Teething, toys--oh why?
I hear a noise upstairs and then
Three children start to cry.
Catastrophe eleven comes,
Then goes. I give a smile.
But number twelve? "Dear Lord, please no.
Just wait a little while."
The twelfth one waits till bedtime,
So the miracle is done!
The day is almost over now--
The end of all my fun.
The house is finally quiet,
And I hear the Spirit say,
"Just thank the Lord you made it
Through another toddler day!"