I keep learning this lesson... can you relate?


I'm at my worst as a parent when I feel pressured to do things a certain way.

For example:

I lost touch with my silly side when I became a stepmom because I felt pressure to maintain strict routines and discipline. It wasn’t until I embraced my own style that I found my playfulness again.

I relearned that lesson again while potty training my son this past month.

I confidently went for the popular three-day method that had worked well for my stepdaughter.

I committed to playfulness along the way, keeping things silly and fun.

Yet on day five, I was googling “potty training broke me.”

Despite his progress, we were both emotionally drained. The all-or-nothing approach just wasn’t working for us.

I called my husband, sobbing, “I need to take a step back."

Defeated, I bought some pull-ups, despite ALL the advice against it...

But, by “giving up," I feel like I succeeded. Now, we're taking it easy with more freedom and flexibility, and he's making progress at his own pace. We're all happier and much less stressed.

Here’s the beauty about incorporating *playfulness* into potty training:

Three-day method? Playfulness will help.

Taking it slow and easy? Playfulness will help.

If potty training is in your future, download this FREE list of my favorite 11 creative, silly ideas:

Playful Potty Training.pdf

If you’re past that stage, think about something you can “bless and release,” as Susie of @busytoddler says!

Did potty training go as you expected?

Have you ever felt pressured to do something a certain way?

Reply and let me know. I love hearing from you!

Love,

Mia

P.S. I’m excited to share that I landed my first "sponsored" IG post with a brand I love, featuring this playful potty resource. I wanted to send it to you first as a thanks for staying in touch. Future collaborations like this will help me continue offering free, valuable content. Your engagement on the upcoming post will be more appreciated than you know! 🙏🏽

P.P.S. I'm experimenting with sending short, weekly emails to keep in touch. I’ll still be posting on Instagram but focusing more here to ensure you see my content. Thanks for sticking around!

Playful Heart Parenting

I'm a mom, stepmom, and theatre educator who helps parents connect with their children by accessing their silly side! No messy arts and crafts, complicated activities, or sensory bins here -- just easy, simple, silly moments to share as a family. Short weekly emails include free resources, exclusive discounts, inspiration, playful tips, and easy game ideas.

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