If you'd have asked me twenty years ago, what I would be excited about in my future, celebrating poop would not have been on that list... not even at the bottom. But, here I am, at age forty-two, celebrating my two year old son's first and second successful attempts at going potty. After lots of "high-fives" and a hug, I pondered on the direction that my life has taken.
I had many delusions of grandeur, but celebrating poo was not even a consideration. But now, with two kids in diapers, getting one of them to poop in the potty is just one step closer to finding my sanity, which packed up and left a while ago. I don't know when my sanity actually left, I was probably changing diapers and didn't notice (because when one needs a change, the other one has to have one too.)
I'm hoping that the celebrations will get considerably more interesting and desirable than poop, as my children get older.
But I'm not expecting anything too amazing anytime soon. One thing that having children has taught me is patience (or the fact that I have none.) But that's another story.