Little Man

So, for the last year my hubby has wanted to start potty training the boy.  I, on the other hand, wanted to wait until he was three because I was the one who would be dealing with it all day.  I thought if we started too soon it would take years to finish. I kept putting it off when he would talk about it.  Well two or three weeks ago, my hubby kind of had a fit about it.  If you are married, you know the hubby fits I am talking about.  The ones they don't know they are having.  So I said,' fine'.  In my mind, I was thinking after a couple of weeks of dealing with pee and poo everywhere, he will see I was right like I always am.  Well, hubby gets to do the victory dance on this one. The first day we had two wet mishaps, the second day none, and that night he stayed dry. The 6th day he finally went poo after holding it the entire week.  He said he was scared and that's why he didn't want to go. With a little TLC, he has been going like a little man ever since.  Now when I hear him running to the bathroom all on his own, not needing any help, I have mixed feelings.  On one hand, I am very proud that he is growing up and not needing me to do everything for him. On the other hand, I am so sad that he is growing up and not needing my help anymore.  I now see that it wasn't so much of me thinking it was too soon for the boy, but me not wanting him to grow up so fast.  Now when I look at him there is no sign of my baby, just a little man who is getting older by the second.  I wish I had a time freezer so I could soak up as much as possible before it's too late.