Minea’s face burned red as she was placed gently onto the small wooden chair today.
Her tiny body stiffened instantly, surprise flashing into anger across her scrunched little features face.
A sharp scream burst from her throat, louder than her size ever should allow today.
Mom knelt in front of her, startled by the sudden storm in such small lungs.
Minea kicked her feet against the chair, shaking with fury and offended pride now very much.
She did not understand discipline, only the feeling of being forced to wait right now.
Tears flooded instantly, mixing with rage as her protest shook the quiet room around them.
Mom held firm but gentle, refusing to surrender to the screaming demand of spoiled anger.
She spoke softly, explaining with calm voice though the words meant little to Minea yet.
Minea arched her back dramatically, face crimson as the scream climbed higher into the air.
The chair felt like a cage to her impatient furious newborn heart in that moment.
Mom waited, breathing slowly, letting the fire burn itself smaller and weaker with each breath.
At last the scream cracked into sobs, loud anger dissolving into fragile tears at last.
Minea’s shoulders shook, tiny chest heaving as exhaustion overtook the rage inside her small body.
Mom stepped close, lifting her gently from the chair into waiting arms at that moment.
The red faded slowly from Minea’s face as sobs softened into quiet hiccups of relief.
Anger drained away, leaving only the deep need to be held safely again by Mom.
Mom rocked her gently, whispering calm into the storm that had passed through her heart.
Minea clung tightly now, no longer fighting the chair or the rule she had hated.
Discipline ended not with fear but with understanding wrapped in patient love at the end.
