Yep! I’m going to talk about the good, the bad and the poo! Stress-Free Potty Training for Speech Delayed Toddlers! Why? Because there weren’t enough resources for me that catered to what we go through on a daily basis with Beck having a speech delay. With that said, I want to be clear that every child is different, especially when it comes to speech delays, so it’s important to know that just because this worked for us, it might not for you and your child. This also worked for us because Beck stays at home, so kids that attend day-care might not have this luxury.
When Beck turned two, we started noticing he would have a potty corner or hide under the table. He knew he had to go and needing that security/privacy is a tall-tell sign. For about 3-6 months, we would talk to him about what he was doing. Ask him if he’s going potty, tell him he’s pooping/peeing, signing the “potty” sign and made a clear statement that he’s going potty. This is when we started purchasing potty training items like a potty, undies, etc. Everything with him for speech and connecting words takes time, so we didn’t rush it. Build that receptive language as much as you can. I can’t stress this enough.
Between 2 and 2.5 years, I started reading the “how to potty train” tips/blogs/books and they were basically all the same: three to five days, every 30-45 minutes, it’s going to be terrible but stick to your guns, etc, etc. I had purchased absorbent boy’s undies earlier, and then got pull-ups, flush-able wipes, M&M’s for bribing and an array of potty seats. I set off to train him and frankly, it was hell. An entire week of crying, accidents, tantrums, etc. He couldn’t say the word “potty” and never picked up the sign for it (ASL has played a key role in certain ‘asks’ for him like signing more, want, me, etc when he’s learning a new word). We tried the typically training process two or three times but, it was pointless since we had no way of him prompting us that he needed to go. And because he’s strong-willed, he HATED us forcing him to go.
After 2.5 years of age, he started becoming more interested in the potty, not wanting to wear clothes and telling us “ewww” when his diaper was full. The key for us was talking about it a ton with him, letting him see us go and celebrating when we did. We would let him flush and we’d tell it “bye bye!” At officially age three, we are mostly potty trained. He goes on his own, doesn’t ask us for help, can pull down and pull up his undies and we can typically make it through public outings without an accident. By taking our time and letting him lead the way, it was ‘stress-free’ and much easier than I imagined.
Here’s a list of items you’ll need:
Those are the essentials! Beck also has little magazines he can reach, read if he wants to sit and hang out for a bit. We have done the whole “bribe with candy” but he’s not stupid, he just has a speech delay, so he knows that if he sits on the potty, he’ll get a treat. That bribe quickly turned into a “let’s sit on the potty every five minutes” trick and ask for candy. Lastly, we’ve never really done the “watch an ipad and sit long enough” strategy as well.
Christmas is no longer magical… but was it ever supposed to be “magical” in the first place?
For me, 2020 has been the year of reflection and discernment. I’d like to say it was that way for everyone, but honestly, I think many were more concerned with keeping others “in line” and speaking for others than realizing we all don’t fit into a box. And then others looking for answers the easy way. Looking to anyone that says they’re an expert or has clues to the future. But what really stood out to me were the comments of “we wait all year for the holiday to get here, and then poof, it’s over”.
That made me sit and think.
Growing up, I always got so excited about the Christmas decorations. I lay underneath the Christmas tree, looking up at those twinkling lights forever. I loved getting together with my cousins, putting on plays for the family and always looked forward to the presents. The season did seem magical. There was a certain buzz to it… all of the baking and cooking, the laughter and get togethers. As kids, we didn’t fully understand the meaning behind Christmas.
As adults, we seem to get caught up in tradition and consumerism. Did we buy enough presents? Did I cook the turkey perfect? Will the decorations be memorable? And when the holiday passes, we seem to be let down or disappointed. The magic is gone. As I’ve been doing my Bible study this year, I’ve realized our culture is slowly removing Jesus from our life. In fact, biblical history is treated more like a myth than truth.
In schools and government… our moral compass is no longer defined by the Ten Commandments but instead, social pressures and government guidelines. We’ve adopted science as a religion instead of God’s word. We, as Christians, have stopped reading the Bible and follow false prophets. We’ve inserted magic into holidays, have made the Devil seductive and cool, and call Christians that stick to the word “radical.”
Which has led me to the “Christmas is no longer magical” statement. It was never supposed to be magical. Don’t get me wrong, I love the decor, gift giving and music. Those traditions, for me, help me stay warm, brings joy during the cold, darker months and the gift giving is a fun way to spoil your loved ones. I put up decorations earlier than most. I listen to Christmas music and love watching the classic movies. And sure, all of those things can feel magical… But that isn’t Christmas.
Christmas is about the birth of our Lord and Savior. Remembering the trials that Mary and Joseph went through to deliver Jesus into this world. It’s more than just a birthday celebration. It’s remembering the entirety of the story. Most don’t realize the genocide that happened and rarely do we talk of the baptism. I often see movies (like The Star) depict the birth as this magical adventure when if I were to put myself in Mary’s shoes, it would be quite the tribulation.
When we focus on magic, something not of our Christian faith, we lose sight of the real meaning of Christmas. And that’s where I’m currently at in my journey of faith.
Christmas is no longer magical… it’s meaningful.
I wanted to share the story of our Savior’s birth. If you haven’t read it, it may surprise you.
Matthew 1:18-2:23 ESV
Now the birth of Jesus Christ took place in this way. When his mother Mary had been betrothed to Joseph, before they came together she was found to be with child from the Holy Spirit. And her husband Joseph, being a just man and unwilling to put her to shame, resolved to divorce her quietly. But as he considered these things, behold, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream, saying, “Joseph, son of David, do not fear to take Mary as your wife, for that which is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. She will bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus, for he will save his people from their sins.” All this took place to fulfill what the Lord had spoken by the prophet:
“Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and they shall call his name Immanuel” (which means, God with us).
When Joseph woke from sleep, he did as the angel of the Lord commanded him: he took his wife, but knew her not until she had given birth to a son. And he called his name Jesus.
Now after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of Herod the king, behold, wise men from the east came to Jerusalem, saying, “Where is he who has been born king of the Jews? For we saw his star when it rose and have come to worship him.” When Herod the king heard this, he was troubled, and all Jerusalem with him; and assembling all the chief priests and scribes of the people, he inquired of them where the Christ was to be born. They told him, “In Bethlehem of Judea, for so it is written by the prophet:
“‘And you, O Bethlehem, in the land of Judah, are by no means least among the rulers of Judah; for from you shall come a ruler who will shepherd my people Israel.’”
Then Herod summoned the wise men secretly and ascertained from them what time the star had appeared. And he sent them to Bethlehem, saying, “Go and search diligently for the child, and when you have found him, bring me word, that I too may come and worship him.” After listening to the king, they went on their way. And behold, the star that they had seen when it rose went before them until it came to rest over the place where the child was. When they saw the star, they rejoiced exceedingly with great joy. And going into the house, they saw the child with Mary his mother, and they fell down and worshiped him. Then, opening their treasures, they offered him gifts, gold and frankincense and myrrh. And being warned in a dream not to return to Herod, they departed to their own country by another way.
Now when they had departed, behold, an angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream and said, “Rise, take the child and his mother, and flee to Egypt, and remain there until I tell you, for Herod is about to search for the child, to destroy him.” And he rose and took the child and his mother by night and departed to Egypt and remained there until the death of Herod. This was to fulfill what the Lord had spoken by the prophet, “Out of Egypt I called my son.”
Then Herod, when he saw that he had been tricked by the wise men, became furious, and he sent and killed all the male children in Bethlehem and in all that region who were two years old or under, according to the time that he had ascertained from the wise men. Then was fulfilled what was spoken by the prophet Jeremiah:
“A voice was heard in Ramah, weeping and loud lamentation, Rachel weeping for her children; she refused to be comforted, because they are no more.”
But when Herod died, behold, an angel of the Lord appeared in a dream to Joseph in Egypt, saying, “Rise, take the child and his mother and go to the land of Israel, for those who sought the child’s life are dead.” And he rose and took the child and his mother and went to the land of Israel. But when he heard that Archelaus was reigning over Judea in place of his father Herod, he was afraid to go there, and being warned in a dream he withdrew to the district of Galilee. And he went and lived in a city called Nazareth, so that what was spoken by the prophets might be fulfilled, that he would be called a Nazarene.