I remember....once upon a time....there was a concept in my life called 'privacy'. It was a simple thing, primarily manifested in the closed bathroom door during an uninterrupted poo. These days? Privacy is a sorely missed luxury of life BC. (And as anyone with children knows, BC in our worlds means "Before Child".)
I realized that I have instilled no such concept in Maddy. The 'ah-ha' moment was when she was on the potty the other day and I heard her ask the nanny to "come and keep me company". Oh boy, if that doesn't deserve hazard pay I don't know what does!
My child is also well known for wanting to cuddle while you're sitting on the loo. Again, this is likely caused by my attempting to foster a close bond when young. Breastfeeding on the toilet....familiar, anyone? Ay yi yi. I have created a monster. She wants us to hug her while she poops. No, I'm not kidding. She asks us often to "come hug me" while she's busy 'getting busy'. (Which is what we tell the boys to do when we let them outside. "Get busy, boys!" But we don't have to hug them while they do it.)
I'm not complaining. I'm ruminating about how having a child changes *everything*. One day, when she's in the middle of teen angst and walks around with headphone in her ears (I saw a young man doing this in the grocery store the other day while shopping with his parents - sorry, that's NOT going to fly in my world!) trying to stay in her private world without her old fuddy duddy parents harshing her mellow, I will miss these days.