On a peaceful morning, baby Tauch, only one month old, was sitting quietly in a small basin placed on the floor. His tiny, delicate body fit perfectly inside, and he looked so calm and serene as he waited for his mother to begin his bath. His large, curious eyes blinked up at her as she prepared everything she needed for this special time. It was only his third or fourth bath, but Tauch already seemed to enjoy the process. Unlike some baby monkeys who would wiggle or cry, Tauch had a unique calmness about him.
As he sat there, his tiny hands reached out and touched the cold metal of the water tap, almost as if he were exploring the world through this simple touch. His fingers barely wrapped around it, but he seemed fascinated by the feel of it. His little legs were curled up inside the basin, his toes occasionally wriggling in anticipation, yet he made no noise or fuss. It was as though he respected this moment, understanding that his mother was there to care for him and keep him safe.
His mother, standing nearby, smiled at her calm little boy. She was careful, moving slowly, not wanting to rush this tender moment. She turned on the water tap, letting just a small, gentle flow of water come out. The water wasn’t cold or hot—just perfectly warm, ready to bathe her precious baby boy. With her hands, she scooped a little of the water and blew it softly over Tauch’s tiny body. The warm droplets felt like kisses on his soft skin, and Tauch sat still, enjoying every second of it.
He remained calm, feeling the water as it trickled down his arms and legs, soaking his fur lightly. His mother worked gently, washing his body with the utmost care, making sure she didn’t miss a spot but also ensuring the experience was comforting for her little one. She poured the water slowly, letting it cleanse his skin, all while speaking to him in a soft, soothing voice.
“There you go, my sweet boy,” she murmured, “Mama’s going to keep you nice and clean.”
Tauch blinked slowly, his big eyes following her every movement. There was something soothing about the way she worked. Every action was filled with love and tenderness, and Tauch could feel that. His little chest rose and fell with gentle breaths as his mother continued the bath, cleaning the folds of his tiny body, around his hands, under his arms, and along his legs.
Occasionally, Tauch would touch the water again, splashing it softly with his fingertips, as if he were testing it out for himself. His mother chuckled at this, thinking how adorable her baby boy was. Even at such a young age, he seemed so thoughtful, so curious. But most of all, he trusted her completely.
Once she finished cleaning him, she lifted him ever so gently out of the basin and wrapped him in a soft towel. The warmth of the cloth hugged his tiny body, and Tauch snuggled into it with a contented sigh. His mother dried him off slowly, making sure he stayed warm. She kissed his little nose, which wrinkled slightly in response.
Now that he was all clean, it was time to put a fresh diaper on him. His mother laid him down carefully on a soft surface, Tauch looking up at her with sleepy eyes, still so calm and trusting. She worked efficiently but gently, placing the diaper around his little bottom. Tauch didn’t fuss or squirm, letting her do everything without a sound. He was her perfect little boy, respectful and peaceful even in his moments of care.
After his bath and fresh diaper, his mother cradled him in her arms, holding him close to her chest. Tauch’s eyes slowly began to close, the warmth and love of his mother making him sleepy. His little body relaxed entirely as he drifted off, knowing he was safe, loved, and well taken care of.
As she held him, she marveled at how perfect he was, her tiny baby Tauch. The calmest little soul she had ever known.
