Baby Dum collapsed onto the floor in a storm of rage and stubborn refusal today.
His small fists pounded the tiles as angry cries burst from his chest unchecked wildly.
Mom stood nearby steady but strained watching the tantrum grow louder and tighter with time.
Dum kicked and rolled his face red with heat and wounded pride that burned fiercely.
He wanted his way immediately and the denial felt like a sharp unbearable injustice today.
Mom knelt down to his level keeping her voice calm and firm despite the noise.
She corrected him gently explaining that anger could not bend every rule in this house.
Dum screamed harder at first testing the strength of her unshaken boundary with all might.
Tears rushed out hot and endless sliding across cheeks flushed with fury and salty grief.
Mom did not shout she waited breathing slowly letting the storm wear itself down inside.
The floor grew quiet except for Dum’s sobs breaking into uneven trembling breaths at last.
His anger drained into exhaustion leaving him small and shaky on the tiles once more.
Mom opened her arms without scolding inviting him back into warmth and safety without fear.
Dum hesitated pride still heavy then crawled forward with defeated tender steps that barely lifted.
He buried his face into her shirt crying now for comfort not control or power.
Mom held him close correcting with love instead of fear or harsh punishment that scars.
The lesson settled quietly inside him as his breathing slowed against her chest at last.
What began as fury ended as a reminder of boundaries wrapped in care and patience.
Dum’s tantrum passed leaving only tired eyes and a softer quieter heart than moments before.
On the floor where anger ruled moments earlier calm returned under firm loving guidance tonight.
