Baby Lil Guy had always been adventurous—too curious for his own good. Every day he climbed, explored, and poked his nose into places far beyond what a tiny monkey should dare. But this time, his bravery had consequences. A small red spot had appeared on the tip of his tiny nose, swollen and tender. It didn’t look dangerous, but it was painful, and Lil Guy winced every time something brushed against it.
Mom noticed immediately. She was always alert, always watching her baby even when he thought she wasn’t. She gently pulled him close to inspect the sore more carefully. Lil Guy didn’t understand what was happening—he just wanted to cuddle and be distracted from the discomfort. His nose throbbed, and he rubbed it with his wrist, whimpering for comfort.
Mom knew exactly what to do. She reached for a small cotton swab and Betadine, something she always kept ready for little injuries. She held her son firmly but gently—just enough to keep him still. The moment he saw the swab, Lil Guy’s eyes widened. He sensed something unpleasant was about to happen and immediately tried to wiggle free.
But Mom leaned closer and nuzzled him softly, as if to say, “It will be okay, sweetheart.” Still trembling, Lil Guy froze, trusting her more than his fear.
The moment the Betadine touched his sore, he let out a tiny sharp cry, squeezing his eyes shut. The sting was brief, but the shock was real. He clung to Mom’s chest, wrapping his tiny arms around her as if the world was falling apart.
Mom finished quickly, kissing his head and rocking him gently. Within moments, Lil Guy’s cries softened into hiccups. He looked up with watery eyes, realizing—like always—Mom didn’t hurt him… she healed him. And in her arms, even pain became safe.
