I mean...I love him for more reasons than that. I love him for a plethora of reasons...but I especially love him because he's potty trained.
You know those people - they shall remain unnamed - who told me, "Ah, just wait it out. He'll decide on his own and virtually train himself"? They told me that while I was in the depths of despair (Anne of Green Gables, anyone?) trying to get the boy to befriend the potty. Nothing I did worked. Nothing, I tell you.
I was bitter at them because I was positive they were wrong. I knew there was something I could do...knew it. I just didn't know what.
Umm...they were right. Oh so wonderfully right!
One day he just did it. My boy did it.
Now there are times while I'm doing my own thing (yep, that happens sometimes...) and I hear a faint "galuuush!" that is the toilet flushing. And a struggle with little underpants ensues and a voice rings out, "Mama! I went pee!" and he runs back to his action figures and resumes his play.
I freeze and struggle to contain my frenzied joy and tears...he's done it and I love him for it.
"Good boy, Beck. I'm so proud of you!" I say.
"Yep, Mom. I'm proud o' you too." He calls back.
Photo: Beck with the clowns at the Circus a couple of weeks ago.