Recently I found myself sweating bullets in a friend’s bathroom while battling a toilet lock with a 5 year old who REALLY had to go and experienced my first pang of second baby parental anxiety. First of all, I play with baby gear and kids stuff for a living. I should KNOW how to Houdini this thing. Second, wait – I don’t know how to use it because despite the incredible sense of paranoia that only a person who knows my father could truly understand, we never had toilet locks with Kayla.
And so it begins. The months of mental preparation for Kayla to understand that this August our family will change, but it will be for the best. Even thought it might not feel that way all of the time. My hope is that Craig and I will empower her enough to feel secure in her role in our family so as not to feel perpetually threatened by this new addition and at the same time avoid playing into every twang of jealousy she has. If someone has the magic formula for that please share your wisdom with me!
Until then I’ll have my head buried in the world of big sister raising and baby prep. And thankfully, I have a feeling those toilet locks are not making their way into our home. Ever.