It was a quiet, sunny afternoon in the monkey nursery, and little Baby Jessa was having one of her moods again. She sat with her arms crossed, lips pouted, and eyes full of frustration. Her mom was just a few steps away, folding a small blanket, but Jessa was not having it.
She wanted to be picked up—not just patted on the back or touched gently. She wanted those strong, warm arms wrapped around her and nothing less.
Mom came over with a soft smile, gently placing a hand on Jessa’s shoulder.
But that only made things worse.
“Eek!” Jessa let out a sharp cry, swatting the air dramatically. Her tiny body tensed up like a spring, and she scooted away a few inches, glaring at her mother with an attitude far too big for her little body.
Mom tried again, reaching to rub her head sweetly. But Jessa shook her head, her face twisted in baby rage.
“No! Pick me up!!” her eyes seemed to shout, even though she didn’t have the words.
Finally, Mom understood. She paused, sighed lovingly, and leaned down. As soon as she scooped Jessa into her arms, the little monkey’s body melted with relief. Her tantrum faded like it had never happened. She snuggled tightly against her mom’s chest, letting out a soft sigh.
Mom chuckled, “You just wanted love your way, huh?”
Jessa didn’t answer—she was already closing her eyes, cheeks puffed from all the fuss.
And just like that, the moody storm passed, replaced by sweet silence and the comfort of being held. Because sometimes, even the tiniest hearts know exactly what they need… they just have a loud way of saying it.
