One of the things I’ve tried to do with Hannah, and now Eliza, is to not be or act embarrassed about things as much as I could be. I don’t want either of them to be weird about something just because I am. I am meat weird, bug weird and also, poop weird. They’ll have plenty of years to perfect their own quirks, they don’t to start off with mine.
I don’t remember any specific poop incident from my childhood. But, for as long as I can remember, I haven’t been comfortable talking about, thinking about, dealing with, or even acknowledging poop. Ironically, much of my day is now dedicated to discussing poop. My attempt to make sure Hannah doesn’t get a poop complex like her mother, has actually helped me overcome mine a little. I am now able to poop in places other than my own bathroom. And, I’m fairly certain if I worked in an office environment again, I would be able to poop without having to sneak off to another floor. Maybe.
When Hannah was potty training, was when I had to really step up the whole “poop is okay” mantra. I didn’t want her to be grossed out by it, but at the same time I didn’t want her thinking it was cool enough to actually touch. There is a surprisingly fine line when it comes to poop. So, I started by having to actually acknowledge that Mommy does, in fact poop. Since I was used to sharing bathroom time with the dogs, adding a Hannah to the audience didn’t make that much difference. Though, she did talk quite a bit more than Franklin and Eleanor…
I had never imagined I would have to talk about the hows and whys of poop. But, I do. Every day, we talk about poop. The 13 year old me, hell even the 26 year old me would be fuh-reaking out at these conversations. But, because I want to make sure Hannah has a healthy attitude about her body and the things her body does, we talk about it. We talk, without any shame or embarrassment. I have had to make some stuff up on the fly, because really, who is ever fully prepared for an in-depth poop question? And, because I have been so very literal with her, it isn’t at all uncommon to hear her say “the poop is coming out,” as she heads to the bathroom.
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