I've mentioned before that when I have things to donate I like to give them to my cleaner for the foreign workers. They are a community enduring hardship, extended separations from their families (many for years at a time), police harassment and low wages - all for the privilege of working hard at the jobs most Israelis are unwilling to perform themselves. When my cleaner comes I try to put together a bag for him - clothes, books and magazines in English, toys for the children in their community daycare center, whatever I can.
Today's bag includes some of Maya's outgrown clothes, two outgrown bicycle helmets, a bunch of magazines, and - most exciting of all - a nearly full package of diapers and 3 packages of pullups!!! Do you realize what this means?!? We are now officially a diaper-free family!
At nearly 4 years old Maya's been completely dry during the day for a year, but she clung to those nighttime diapers with the iron claws of death. No way no how was anyone taking away her nighttime diaper. And pullups? Forgetaboutit. No chance. The child has never in her life been willing to even try wearing a pullup. (Makes me wonder why on earth those three packages of Minnie Mouse pullups we inherited from a friend were still in the closet after all this time though. Packrat thy name is Robin.) For a child like Maya who has trouble with shifts and loss of control, routines and habits are very important. There was no way we could have just stopped the diapers and told her to stay dry until SHE was good and ready. Besides, she was still drinking a fair amount of milk before bed and waking up sopping. What was the point. For a few months now we've been telling her again and again that soon she'd be ready to give up the diapers and wear underwear to bed like a big girl. We carefully emphasized that this would be when she was ready, we were willing to wait it out. (And why not, in the grand scheme of things it really was no big deal, we knew she'd do it when she was ready.) In the meantime I was
sneakily gradually cutting back on her fluids to take care of that aspect of things.
Erev Yom Kippur she was getting ready for bed and announced that she wanted to sleep in underwear. So she did, and she's been dry ever since.
And just to top it all off last night, for the first time ever, she didn't ask for milk. I think she forgot, but hey, that's progress. I'll take it. So what if it then took her two hours to actually fall asleep.
My little girl is growing up. *sniff*
Speaking of growing up, she is really too big for this tricycle. We need to get her a bike but I hate to give up that handy push-pole for when she's too tired to pedal. Oh, and check out her helmet. Maya LOVES that helmet. She's so used to wearing it when her dad takes her to school on the back of his bike and to seeing both Jay and Itai wearing theirs that she'd never dream of getting on her trike without it.