Baby Ricky sat on the ground, his tiny arms stretched out, his little face scrunched up in frustration. He wanted his mom to pick him up, but she wasn’t coming fast enough!
At first, he whimpered softly, hoping she would notice. But when she didn’t rush over, his patience ran out.
“EEEH! EEEH!” he screamed, his tiny hands slapping the ground in frustration. His little body shook with a full-blown tantrum. Tears welled up in his big, round eyes as he kicked his legs and rocked back and forth.
Nearby, his mother watched calmly, letting him cry it out. She wasn’t ignoring him—she just knew he needed to learn patience.
But Ricky didn’t understand. He felt abandoned! His cries grew louder, his face turning red as he pounded the dirt beneath him. Why wasn’t she picking him up right away?
Other monkeys in the area glanced his way, some curious, some amused. A few babies even watched, wondering if they should cry too.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mom walked over. Ricky immediately reached up with both arms, still sniffling, his tiny body shaking. As soon as she scooped him up, he buried his face in her chest, his cries turning into soft, relieved whimpers.
Mom gently stroked his back, whispering little monkey sounds to calm him. Ricky clung tightly, his tantrum completely forgotten now that he was safe in her arms.
He had learned something important today—sometimes, you have to wait, but Mom always comes back.
