Baby Titas sat quietly in front of mom, his small body leaning forward with intense curiosity. His big, round eyes followed every single movement as mom mixed baby biscuit with warm milk. The bowl, the spoon, the gentle stirring—it all seemed fascinating to him. He didn’t cry. He didn’t fuss. He just watched, fully focused, as if afraid to miss anything.
Each time the spoon touched the bowl, Titas tilted his head slightly. The soft clinking sound caught his attention, and his lips moved unconsciously, already imagining the taste. His tiny hands rested on his knees, fingers twitching with excitement, but he stayed patient. This moment wasn’t about hunger alone. It was about discovery.
Mom noticed his expression and smiled. She mixed slowly, carefully breaking the biscuit into a smooth, gentle texture. Titas’ eyes widened as the milk changed color and thickness. He leaned closer, nose wrinkling as the warm smell reached him. Curiosity filled his face, replacing the impatience he often showed on other days.
He let out a soft sound, not a cry, just a quiet question. Mom answered with a calm voice, showing him the spoon, letting him see. Titas nodded slightly, as if he understood. He trusted her process. He trusted her hands.
When the mixture was finally ready, mom lifted the spoon toward him. Titas opened his mouth slowly, still watching, still curious. The first taste surprised him. His eyes blinked, then softened. It was warm, gentle, and comforting. He swallowed carefully, then looked back at the bowl again, clearly interested.
Mom laughed softly and continued feeding him. Titas stayed calm, relaxed, and attentive. No tantrum. No rush. Just quiet learning and trust.
That simple moment showed something beautiful. Curiosity is a sign of safety. A baby who feels secure doesn’t demand—he observes. Watching mom prepare his food, Titas wasn’t just waiting to eat.
He was learning how care looks.
