I'm not going to put pictures in this post... just because of the subject matter. If you don't care for bodily functions (though think of the title of this blog!), please skip this post. ------ Part of what has made my transition to motherhood so difficult is my constant worry that I am not doing a good job of parenting my son. This is because my mother is pretty much the epitome of a great mother. She raised five children over a span of decades and continues this in her role as a grandparent with less spousal involvement than I currently expect from my own husband. I realize there are some cultural and generational factors involved, but I do often feel bad that, in addition to holding down a job, I sometimes just want a break from the constant barrage of needs or I don't know how to handle things like fighting naps, not listening to me, etc. The latest item is potty training. My husband and I had agreed to make an attempt this summer, since it's acceptable
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