Poor baby Ricky was having a full-blown meltdown this morning. While Mom was busy cleaning the house, little Ricky just couldn’t handle being left behind. His tiny feet pattered quickly across the floor as he ran, crying and chasing after her with tear-filled eyes.
Mom was sweeping the floor, wiping the tables, and moving around so fast that Ricky could barely keep up. Every time he got close enough to reach her, she’d move to another corner. This only made Ricky more desperate. His cries grew louder, filled with frustration, sadness, and that deep baby longing for comfort.
He didn’t want toys. He didn’t want snacks. He only wanted one thing—his mommy.
Finally, he collapsed onto the floor for a second, panting and crying dramatically, hoping she’d notice. And she did. Mom turned around, surprised to see her little one so worked up. She rushed over, dropping her cloth and gently scooping him into her arms.
Ricky clung to her tightly, his cries instantly softening into sniffles. He buried his face in her shoulder, hiccupping as she rocked him gently. “Oh Ricky, I’m right here. I was just cleaning,” she whispered, kissing his head.
Wrapped in her arms, Ricky finally calmed down. His tail curled around her waist like a baby hug, and his little hands rested on her chest. His eyes slowly closed, tired from all the crying and chasing. In the safety of mom’s love, everything suddenly felt better again.
