The long, long potty training journey finally seems to be paying off

At the first kindergarten I enrolled my child in for the two-year-old class, the teachers and I agreed to take it one step at a time.
But then we had a job transfer after six months, so we moved before we could really get started.

Since the transfer was in October, there were no kindergartens in our new area that accepted mid-year enrollments, so I felt I had to finish potty training in the six months before the April start date.

But it didn't go well at all.

They hated sitting on the toilet.

They hated wearing underwear.

They would cry with all their might and run away.

Even if I noticed they looked like they needed to pee or were starting to strain for a bowel movement and we occasionally had a success, basically they seemed fine with wetting their underwear and it would just happen before I knew it.

I was soaking and washing so many pairs every day that I felt like giving up, sometimes getting angry, or just going back to diapers for a while.

In the end, we didn't make it out of diapers before kindergarten started.
At kindergarten, they would tell me things like, 'They're going through a lot of diapers,' or 'They still can't tell us when they need to go,' which was honestly pretty tough.

But today.

For the first time, they told me on their own that they needed to pee and went to the toilet.

The moment they succeeded, I was so happy, and my child was overjoyed too.

And then at night, when they sat on the toilet again before their bath, they said they needed to poop.

From there, it turned into an incredibly long battle.

Do you want to take a break?
Should we come back after your bath?

No matter how much I encouraged them,

Nooooo, I'm going to poop!

Give me a hug!

they cried loudly.

So we hugged each other and did our best.

And then, it came out.

The day they first realized it themselves, told me themselves, and successfully went both pee and poop.

Today is Mother's Day.

I received the best gift ever.

(After we returned from the bathroom, both of us cheering 'We did it!!!', my husband never once took his eyes off his phone and looked shockingly uninterested. What a jerk.)