#823: Being the Change (or At Least, Helping With It)

I love that Ashton Kutcher is championing getting more diaper change tables into men’s washrooms. Three cheers for dads who willingly share the responsibility with their partners, and look for ways to make it easier for everyone in their shoes. I remember the early parenting days in Montreal and Toronto, where a few stores, malls, or restaurants had change tables in the men’s room. However, these were few and far between, so I can’t say that I remember off the top of my head which ones they were.

((As an aside: Sometimes things only get done when someone notable and/or important wants them. Take, for example, the concept of reserved parking spots for pregnant women. These are conveniently placed near the entry of a place of business, so it makes sense that they’ve been around forever, right? But I was fascinated to find out that it was Sheryl  Sandberg (current Facebook CEO and developer of the concept of “Lean In“) who came up with this idea only a few years ago while she was working at Google, and only because it was she who was pregnant and in discomfort, and really wanted/needed this. Now, some may say that it’s really too bad that no woman (in a position of power) thought of this until she needed it for herself, but that’s another discussion. What’s important is that things get changed or made when someone more important than the average person makes a big fuss about them.))

 

Brings his own potty, also brings a friend to enjoy the experience.
In this case, he didn’t move the potty elsewhere, but did need a friend to share the experience.

Anyway, back to the topic of diaper changes and change tables . . . For most parents, there comes that great moment when the young’uns not only know when they need to go potty (or maybe they’ve just finished), but can help a parent with the task.

Our kids were in their diapers until about 2 1/2 years old (the firstborn) and 9 months (the second child). In The Girl’s case, she was about 1 1/2 years old when she first toddled off to the washroom and figured out how to bring her own diaper to a parent. “I gotta go, and you’re going to help me,” is the thinking here. In the Boy’s case, once he learned how to walk, he would regularly go get his potty and bring it to the living room, where the rest of the family was. Sometimes going on the potty with a book was fine, but sometimes you just needed human (or other) companionship.

 

So although everyone would like to “be the change”, it may not happen right away. Sometimes just “helping with the change” is good enough.

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