Originally publish on June 20, 2014.
Today is my youngest son’s birthday. He is nineteen. He’s filled my heart with more joy than I ever imagined possible and continues to do so, but he was one dreadfully difficult child to potty train. On one particularly bad day during his potty training years (no not months…years), I remember someone telling me not to worry because he “certainly won’t go off to college in diapers.” I didn’t find my friend’s attempt at levity amusing. Perhaps it was because I was, at the time, preoccupied with cleaning my three year old’s poop from under my fingernails, but as it turns out she was right. Jared is headed to college this fall and he is indeed a “super-dooper-pooper” wearing big boy pants (has been for a while now).