Potty Song

My Potty Story

by

Linda Thomas Jones

My name is Mama Fasi and I have two children, a daughter and a son. They are adults now. When they were younger we went through all the usual childhood stages.

There was the never ending crying stage which included getting up a million times a night. Well maybe not a million, but it felt as if every time I closed my eyes I would here a blood curdling scream.

Then of course it was time to learn how to eat different types of food. During this stage I had carrot facials, green bean and sweet potato make up and several milk hair conditioning treatment.

Next we entered the toddler stage. Oh what joy that was with each of them. Now I have a screaming, carrot, green bean, sweet potato, milk in the hair ball of love toddling all over the house.They made me laugh so hard tears would roll down my face.

If you notice, I have not mentioned one other wonderful thing about parent hood. It is a very important task that we all look forward to carrying out. I call this REPAID TIME. I know you are saying to your self, repaid for what? I was being repaid for what I had done to my mother, grandmother, auntie and anyone else who took care of me as a baby. Repaid is Diaper spelled backwards. My son repaid me in a big way and several times during the day and night.

Of course when he was first born, tiny and helpless I didn’t mind my repaid time. However, as he got older and was eating more than just sweet mama’s milk, repaid time became more challenging.

I began to look forward to that wonderful stage of Potty Training Time. Sometimes I would sit and day dream about my repaid time ending soon. You know, dreams do come true, just not as quickly as we would like.

To prepare us both for Potty Training, I brought the necessary equipment. It consisted of the latest potty designed for little boys. Who ever invented it, I salute you. I also wrote a song to help both my son and myself get through that delicate transition from diapers to the potty.

I hope this will help you and your little one.