stages of potty training. When hers was wet, she would bring a
clean diaper to me so I could change her. And frequently, when I’d
removed her diaper, she would insist that she had to go to the
bathroom NOW. So I let her go, bare-bottomed, to the potty. She
would sit down momentarily, and then come running back to me,
clapping her hands and loudly proclaiming, “I did it, I did it.”
Ninety-nine percent of the time, the potty was still clean. She did
this one morning when Ron was home. He turned and met my
amused eyes with his own. Then he wondered if we do the same
thing in God’s eyes. We’re going through the motions, and
someday we’re going to understand why, but right now it doesn’t
amount to a whole lot.