How (Not) To Talk To Your Kid About Wetting Her Pants

It was bound to happen sooner or later, right? My kid was going to need that change of clothes stuffed in her school cubby because of a failure to reach the potty in time.

When I saw Sadie standing with her teacher at the end of the day, I instantly noticed that she was wearing her brown leggings instead of the red ones I dropped her off in.  I noticed because I am an excellent mother. (And the brown pants clashed so badly with her outfit that my eyes started to water.)

Since she was carrying a plastic bag in her hand, I just knew she was carrying her red leggings, now a soiled symbol of her shame.

Imma fix this.

“Sadie, did you change your clothes at school?”  (I start out neutrally and give her room to control the narrative.)

“Yes.”

“What happened?” (Stick with the open-ended questions.  Three-year olds love those and really take the opportunity to open the dialogue.)

“I had an accident.”

BOOM! I’m in.

“Sweetie, were you upset?  You know, it’s perfectly ok to have an accident now and then. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.  Were you engrossed in your projects?” (Now, I have laid the foundation for a shame-free discussion of why her pants are wadded up in an old Target bag.)

“I just had an accident during snack time.” (The information– it just flows out of her.)

“Oh! Of course! Snack time is at the end of the day, so you must have been busy enjoying all the socializing and pre-literacy activities, right?”

“I was eating Graham crackers,” she said.

Pee your pants?  Tell me about it.

Pee your pants? Join the club (of 1).

Maybe it’s time for a story, so she knows I can identify with exactly what she’s feeling.

“Sadie, I love Graham crackers; they are super delicious! They make me incontinent too. Once, when I was working late at my firm– you know Mommy used to be a lawyer right? I didn’t always just do this, but don’t get me wrong, I love this; THIS IS THE GREATEST– anyway, I was doing a document review, and I was starving because I missed the dinner order from P.F. Chang’s because I was down in the partner’s office.  It was 2:00 AM, and I had a package of Graham Crackers on my top shelf, but when I went to reach for it, the chair wobbled and I fell.  Right then the first-year associate was walking by and he saw me and started laughing hysterically — that’s a fancy word for “acting like a douche bag”– and despite myself and even though I hated his Ivy League guts– I started laughing too. Well, I laughed so hard, I peed in my pants. Just a little.  Not like a lot of pee, but you know, a dribble.  And this was before I had kids and knew anything about kegels, which I still don’t do, so I still dribble all the dang time, so see?  See, Sweetie, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

God, I should write a parenting book. I can feel the shame being sucked out of us both and evaporating into the air.

“Mom?”

“Yes, Sadie?”

“Can I have more applesauce?”

“Sweetie, I only brought one, so you have to wait until we get home? And, um, how are you feeling about your accident?”

“Fine. I just spilled water on my red pants when I reached for a napkin. My teacher helped me change.”

Right.  I knew that.

Maybe I’ll book that book idea on hold.

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38 thoughts on “How (Not) To Talk To Your Kid About Wetting Her Pants

  1. Hahaha! Joke’s on you. Wait till your 2nd kid goes to pre-K…he’ll be wearing some other kid’s emergency clothes because even good moms forget to send them.

    • Or! Or! You will be such a good mom that you’ll send him in the only pair of 3T pants that do not have an elastic waistband so when you pick him up the pants are turned over at the top so now they’re highwaters showing the socks that match neither his uniform nor each other.

      And this happened to us once. I was all up in his face about how sometimes we have to stop playing when we feel the need to poop. Even mommy has to sometimes put her phone down and run to the bathroom at the last minute because she can’t walk and play Scramble With Friends at the same time but she just takes her phone in there with her anyway and hey, that’s an idea; just take the toy to the pot with you when you need to poop. Yeah. It was summer. He’d been eating a granola bar with chocolate, dropped it in the car seat and it melted. Gimme a chapter in your book.

  2. I did the same thing with my daughter. She had spilled milk on her pants during snack time.

    Of course, I hadn’t checked the spare clothes after her growth spurt, so she was wearing a pair of 3T leggings in February. They were long enough to be capris. And orange.

    And she thought I was batshit crazy for asking her if she should use the potty a little sooner.

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