TanTan screamed angrily, his tiny face red with frustration as he kicked the ground again and again.
He did not understand why his mother said no, only that his wants were not being met instantly.
His sharp cries echoed loudly, filled with stubborn anger and hurt pride.
Mom stayed close, calm and steady, watching him carefully without shouting back.
She knew TanTan’s temper was loud, but his heart was still soft inside.
TanTan rolled on the floor, throwing a dramatic tantrum, hoping to win her attention.
Instead of leaving, Mom slowly sat beside him, showing patience instead of anger.
Her eyes were firm but gentle, filled with love and quiet strength.
TanTan paused, confused that his screaming did not push her away.
He cried again, louder, testing her limits with all his might.
Mom reached out carefully, not to spoil him, but to guide him.
She spoke softly, her voice calm like warm sunlight after rain.
TanTan’s cries slowly changed from rage to shaky sobs.
His stubborn anger weakened as tiredness filled his small body.
Mom lifted him gently, holding him close against her chest.
TanTan resisted at first, then slowly relaxed in her arms.
Her heartbeat was steady, comforting his restless spirit.
She stroked his back, teaching him love does not disappear with discipline.
TanTan sniffled, clinging tightly, his anger melting into need.
Mom rocked him slowly, showing boundaries wrapped in affection.
He felt safe again, even though he did not get his way.
His eyes grew heavy, lashes wet with leftover tears.
TanTan learned something important in that quiet moment.
Love can be firm, and care can say no.
In his mother’s arms, his stubborn heart finally rested.
