Wednesday, November 26, 2008




Privacy is one of those things that you can take for granted. Until it ceases to exist.

I remember privacy.

For example, Liana always followed me into the bathroom. But now that we are seriously working on potty training, her increasing interest in all bathroom-related activities has increased exponentially. And my privacy, and dignity, have decreased exponentially.

Here is the scene. I creep into the bathroom, hoping that she will not notice. But there she is. Right behind me. She watches me sit on the toilet, and perhaps places one hand on my knee, looking deeply into my eyes. As she hears the splash of urine in the toilet, she nods her head encouragingly, and proclaims “Good job, Mommy!”