Selena had always been tiny, but what she lacked in size, she made up for in personality. This morning, that personality was on full dramatic display. She was in the living room with Mom, expecting milk, cuddles, or maybe a soft grooming session—but instead, Mom was busy doing something else.
Selena’s little heart couldn’t understand why she didn’t have full attention at that moment. She marched forward, her tiny face fierce and determined. Then, in a moment of pure baby monkey emotion, she rose up on her two little legs and stood as tall as her small body could manage.
With her balance shaky but her voice strong, Selena let out a scream loud enough to echo across the room. She wanted Mom to notice—no, she demanded it. Her little hands spread wide as if she was shouting, “Look at me! I’m right here! Come pick me up!”
Mom glanced over but continued what she was doing for a few more seconds. To Selena, that was the ultimate betrayal. Her voice went higher, louder, and sharper. She stomped her little feet while still standing straight like a mini soldier throwing a royal tantrum.
She screamed again, her entire body shaking from effort, frustration, and pure baby fury. The scene was both hilarious and heartbreaking—this tiny girl fighting with all her strength just to get a moment of attention.
Finally, Mom walked over, placed a gentle hand on Selena’s back, and scooped her up. Instantly, the screeching stopped. Selena pressed her face into Mom’s chest, her breathing slowing, her anger melting away the second she felt safe again.
All she wanted was to feel loved, noticed, and close.
Mom kissed her head softly.
Selena’s tantrum had worked—and she knew it.
