I knew this time would come…eventually.
My 23-month-old son has shown quite an interest in the potty for a while now, peeing occasionally, and throwing lots of paper in when we aren’t looking.
But now? We have POOP!
Not every time, but often enough to know that he’s well on his way to learning how to use the potty full-time.
So, why do I feel a stinging twinge of sadness?
Because I’ll miss my FLUFF!
The stash I researched so diligently and worked so hard to build (building a community of like-minded friends along the way, I might add! Bonus!) The stash I painstakingly laundered and sunned, sniffing to make sure they were as fresh as a spring breeze for my sweet baby’s bum. They might be poop-catchers, but there’s nothing quite like a pile of freshly washed, stuffed and folded diapers in a rainbow of colors!
I surely don’t have the most impressive collection, and I’ll admit that we never did quite get to the point where we gave up our little stash of disposable inserts (GroVia rocks, by the way!) , but there’s just something about making that choice – the economical choice, the ecofriendlier choice, the healthier choice - that made me feel like I was doing my absolute best as a mom.
Ah, cloth. How I love thee! It saddens me that our time is coming to an end, but I have hope that someday I’ll unpack you and fall in love all over again!
Thanks for the memories!
Until next time…
(I just wonder if I’ll feel the same way about my mama cloth when I join the menopause community… )
Wow. Did I just say menopause?! Can you tell I’m feeling the clock tick away? Come on Baby #2!
To all my cloth diapering readers: did you miss your fluff when the potty took over? Were you sad to see the transition begin?