Ms three is coincidently, three years old. Three years and four months to be exact.
She is still in nappies, both night and day, much to the disgust of everyone it seems but me.
We have made a little head way in this department, in that she requests to put on undies occasionally, so I of course jumped on this like train in Bangladesh, I took hold firmly with both hands and prepared myself for the ride.
We took a special mother daughter shopping trip to buy the tiniest little undies I have ever seen.
We arrived home with various nickers in assorted shades of pink, with My little pony's and Dora emblems on the front.
Sometimes she insists on wearing them and some days he does not even want them in her direct line of sight. You get that it's toddlers.
Recently we have had a few days, that we have gotten as far as her peeing in an old plastic tub in the shower, the toilet is not for her apparently, there was no luck with the pretty toilet insert with yellow ducks on it, and her actual potty, it seems, belongs to baby alive.
A fancy potty, that makes sounds and sings little tinkle songs gifted from a friend who's children no longer used it, with a musical toilet roll, is used as a lidded vestibule to put various small toys in, and to then delight in the electronic nursery rhymes that come with dropping a deposit in.
It is a constant fight, some days she will, some days she won't.
I am not willing to partake in any sort off stand off with a three year old, red headed scorpio, and quite frankly I am third child in, I know enough, to be assured that she won't be going to school in nappies.
I have navigated this track before, twice in fact, and believe it or not, successfully.
I'm quietly confident in my relaxed approach.
It seems though, that not everyone is as relaxed and self assured as I am.
Both of my boys were beginning to make great leaps in the toilet training departments by three, however none of them were completely toilet trained at this age.
The profound difference between them however, is in the reactions of others.
"Boys are slow to toilet train", I would hear, "don't worry too much about it" "it will happen when they are ready"
I was never worried about it, as I am not worried about Ms Three.
What annoys me though, is that It seems that it was perfectly acceptable for the male of our species to lag behind so called social norms, (fuck I hate that word) but merely suggest that a girl the same age is not toilet trained and you hear an abundance of furrowed brows, offering advice and reference studies in the form of everyone else's daughter stories.
"All my girls were toilet trained by the age of two", 'girls are usually "easier"' "it usually clicks with them a little more "easily"'
I even had one rather deluded mother suggest to me that technically it should be "easier" for girls as they only had to learn to sit, boys were more complicated, as they had to distinguish between standing an sitting.
This my friends, is why I no longer partake in small talk at the school gate.
All children are different, but it really effs me fight off that girls as young as three are expected to know better, for no other reason than they are girls.
That it is far more socially acceptable for a boy to be in night nappies or perhaps show as little interest in toileting as my daughter, than it is for her.
Is the pressure for girls to be perfect starting with at what age they piss correctly?
This is has been my experience, and I am in no way saying that it is one sided, there are just as many deluded gender based rubbish expected of boys as there is for girls.
Where the hell to we get off thrusting our gender based expectations on children who are content to be children?
So for the giant Crap Sandwich on my Wednesday, I am flipping the largest Bird I can flip to unwanted gender advice mongers.
Mind your own fricking business, and stay he hell away from my kid.
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