Whiz Kid

Today Josh went pee pee in the potty for the second time at home. He has also apparently accomplished this feat at least once at school. As I write this, I can only think of the mortification my son will feel someday at this somewhat public revelation. Maybe I will hide this blog from him. I don't want his autism to ever make him feel like a specimen. But these autism stories need to be told.

The reason I bring up the toilet habits of my four-year-old son is because this is something that has been on my mind a lot lately. My son is almost four and a half years old and I'm still changing diapers. I've heard it said to comfort diaper-weary mothers or moms engaged in the struggle of potty-training that "Your child won't go to kindergarten wearing diapers." A sort of, the end is in sight mentality. Well, my child may very well start kindergarten this fall in diapers. Luckily he will be in some kind of program that will allow for that and will assist in my efforts to potty-train him. But every now and then the mere thought of my son starting kindergarten in diapers makes me have one of those moments where I can't breathe because it feels like an invisible hand has grabbed a hold of heart and is squeezing it tightly followed by a vigorous shake for good measure. Once that's over I can breathe again and start over with my life. I know we are going to be able to conquer this potty-training milestone just like we have conquered other delayed milestones, but I have no idea when. That's the tough and slightly comforting part. Josh does things on his own schedule and my job is to support him and be patient until then.