Hi, C.!
I can only tell you about the amazing experience I had with my 2-1/2 year old daughter, and see if it helps you.
Because my daughter has a mild form of spina bifida, we did
not know whether or not she would ever be ABLE to be continent. Therefore, I made absolutely NO "big deal" about potty-training. The full extent of my "training" consisted of: buying two potty-chairs, and putting one at each end of the house (when she was around age 2); buying the video,
"Once Upon a Potty", and sitting on the floor and watching it together from time to time; and allowing her to watch me use
the toilet. (Also, if older girls came over, I'd ask them and their Moms if it was OK for my daughter to watch them use the toilet. It always was.) There was absolutely NO pressure. I felt as if my precious girl had far, far more than her share of obstacles to overcome; I wasn't about to make her feel like a failure, if she was unable (as opposed to unwilling) to use the potty.
What happened was this: a dear friend of mine had come to Charleston, from Atlanta, for the weekend. She bought cookie dough and cookie cutters and taught my daughter her to roll out dough, and decorate cookies -- which THRILLED my daughter
to no end. It was an entirely new experience for her. I think she felt very proud to have learned to do something
new, and without any assistance from Mama. That was on a Sunday afternoon. Soon after, we drove my friend to the airport. When we arrived home, my daughter said, "OK. Now
I use potty." I said, "Whatever." (No big deal, remember?)
I was folding clothes, and a few minutes later she walked into the room, holding the little "bucket" that collects the urine in a potty chair. It was half-full. She looked up at me with a look so filled with love, handed me the bucket, and said the BEST thing she could possibly think of to say:
"Happy Birthday, Mama!!" I'll never forget it... She was so proud, and happy, as well she should have been: this
achievement was ENTIRELY her own!! Together, we went to
the "big potty", and I let her pour in the uring from the
"bucket"; then we said, "Bye-bye, pee-pee!" (just like on the video.)
She brought me her bucket each time, for the next 8 or 10 times -- always with her loving, "Happy Birthday, Mama!"
Then, it just became her own thing.
To make the story even better: this child NEVER ONCE had an "accident" -- "pee" OR "poo" -- during the daytime,
OR at night!!! Not once. I truly was astounded, and so
proud of her. But it was entirely HER accomplishment -- not mine, at all.
What do you think of this approach, C.?
Kathy D.
(She almost 13 years old, now. It's still one of my favorite memories from her toddler-hood!)