The baby monkey cried with full temper, his sharp voice cutting through the air as mommy gently placed him against the dried bamboo. His tiny hands slipped at first, and fear rushed into his little heart. He screamed loudly, face twisted with anger and panic, kicking his legs as if the bamboo were his enemy.
To him, this wasn’t training.
It was scary.
He wanted to be held, not pushed to try. His cries were loud and demanding, calling for mommy to pick him up right away. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he clung for a second, then lost grip again. Each slip made him angrier, more frustrated, more dramatic.
Mommy stayed calm. She didn’t scold him. She didn’t rush. She held his body close to the bamboo, guiding his tiny fingers carefully around it. Her voice was soft, steady, full of reassurance. Even though he cried hard, she knew this lesson was important. Clinging meant survival. Strength. Confidence.
The baby screamed again, shaking his head, refusing to cooperate. His body trembled, half from fear, half from anger. But mommy didn’t give up. She supported his back, letting him feel the bamboo while knowing he wouldn’t fall. Little by little, his fingers tightened.
For a brief moment, he held on by himself.
The crying paused. Just for a second.
Surprised, he looked at his hands, still gripping the bamboo. Mommy smiled and stayed close, ready to catch him. That small success didn’t erase the fear, but it planted something new—belief.
Soon the crying returned, softer now, tired more than angry. Mommy picked him up and hugged him tightly, rubbing his back. The lesson was over for today. She knew pushing too far would only break his spirit.
As he rested against her chest, sniffing quietly, the baby learned something important. Even when training feels hard and scary, mommy is always there. She won’t let him fall.
And one day, that dried bamboo won’t scare him anymore.
