The morning air was soft and cool, but little Selena wasn’t calm at all.
She stood there, her tiny face scrunched with determination, her voice already rising. “Ahhh! Ahhh!” she yelled loudly, her small hands waving as she looked toward her mom.
She wanted something.
And she wanted it now.
Her eyes shifted toward the bathroom, where the warm bath had been before. She remembered it—the gentle water, the comforting warmth. And now, she wanted to go back.
But her mom was busy.
“Wait a little, Selena,” she said, trying to finish her task.
Wait?
Selena didn’t accept that.
Her cries grew louder, sharper, echoing through the room. She stomped her tiny feet, her body shaking with frustration as tears filled her eyes. “Mama! Mama!” she screamed, pointing insistently.
She wasn’t asking.
She was demanding.
She dropped down slightly, her tantrum building as she continued to yell, trying to force her mom to understand. Every second felt too long. The memory of that warm bath only made her want it more.
Finally—her mom turned.
Seeing Selena’s tearful face and determined cries, she sighed softly and walked over. “Okay, okay… you really want it,” she said gently.
Selena’s cries didn’t stop immediately, but her eyes followed closely as her mom moved.
Soon, she was lifted into warm arms.
Carried toward the bath.
The moment her tiny feet touched the warm water again, everything changed.
Her cries softened.
Her body relaxed.
The anger melted away like it had never been there.
Because sometimes, a little heart doesn’t know how to wait—and all it takes is a familiar comfort to bring peace back again.
