Lala was a curious little girl with big round eyes and a heart full of wonder. Every morning, she would wake up to the soft rustling of leaves outside her window and the warm scent of breakfast floating through the air. But the best part of her day wasn’t the food or the toys—it was the loving smile on Mom’s face as she gently pulled back the curtain and whispered, “Good morning, my sunshine.”
Lala stretched her arms and smiled back. She loved how her mother always greeted her with such care. It wasn’t rushed or distracted—it was like Mom’s whole world paused just to be with her in that moment. That made Lala feel special.
After washing up, Mom would comb Lala’s hair with slow, careful strokes. “Ouch,” Lala would sometimes whimper when the brush hit a knot, but Mom always kissed her head and said, “Sorry, darling. Almost done.” Then she’d tie Lala’s hair into her favorite little ponytails with the pink ribbons that had tiny butterflies on them.
During breakfast, Lala sat on her little chair while Mom placed her favorite porridge on the table—warm, creamy, and topped with slices of banana. Lala beamed as Mom cooled each spoonful and fed it to her, even though Lala could eat by herself. But she liked it better this way. Mom always said, “Let me spoil you a little,” and Lala would giggle and open her mouth like a baby bird.
After breakfast, the day was filled with small adventures. Some days they went to the park, where Mom would hold Lala’s hand while she climbed the little jungle gym. “Be careful!” Mom would call out, always nearby, always watching. Other days, they would stay home and build little blanket forts. Mom would crawl in with Lala and bring her books, whispering magical tales in silly voices that made Lala burst into laughter.
One rainy afternoon, Lala caught a slight fever. She felt weak and didn’t want to get out of bed. Her cheeks were warm, and her voice was small. But Mom didn’t panic. Instead, she wrapped Lala in a soft blanket and sat beside her bed with a cool cloth. She gently dabbed Lala’s forehead, whispered sweet words, and sang lullabies just like when Lala was a baby.
“Mommy’s here, my love. You’ll be better soon,” she said, stroking Lala’s hair.
Even in her sick and tired state, Lala felt calm. The love in Mom’s voice was like a soft pillow. She dozed off feeling safe and cared for.
When she woke up, Mom had made a warm bowl of rice soup and fed her with slow, gentle hands. “This is Mommy’s magic soup. It will make you feel better,” Mom whispered with a smile. Lala gave a small smile back. It did feel magical.
That evening, Mom sat on the edge of her bed, reading Lala’s favorite storybook—The Shy Little Elephant. Lala rested her head on Mom’s lap, listening to every word. Even though she had heard the story many times before, hearing it in Mom’s voice made it new again.
After a few days, Lala got better. One sunny morning, she woke up with energy bouncing inside her. She ran to the kitchen where Mom was preparing breakfast and wrapped her arms around her. “Thank you for taking care of me, Mommy,” she said, her eyes glowing.
Mom bent down and hugged her tightly. “That’s what Mommies do, sweetheart. I’ll always be here to love you and take care of you.”
From that moment on, Lala started to notice all the little things her mom did out of love. The way she always made sure her clothes were soft and clean. The way she packed her favorite snacks into her school bag. The way she always stopped whatever she was doing when Lala needed a cuddle or had something exciting to share.
One afternoon, Lala was playing with her dolls when she suddenly paused. She picked up her little toy brush and sat her doll down on her lap.
“Don’t worry,” Lala said, gently brushing the doll’s hair. “I’ll take care of you, just like my mommy takes care of me.”
She copied all the small actions her mom did—tucking the doll in, pretending to make soup, and whispering sweet lullabies. Her heart was full. It wasn’t just pretend; it was love being passed from one heart to another.
Later that night, as Mom tucked Lala into bed, she looked up and asked, “Mom, why do you love me so much?”
Mom smiled and kissed her forehead. “Because you are my little girl, and loving you is the easiest, happiest thing I’ve ever done.”
Lala thought about that as she snuggled under the blankets. Her heart felt warm and safe. She knew that no matter what happened, she had her mom. And having someone who loved her so attentively was the best feeling in the world.
In the days that followed, Lala grew more confident, more kind, and more joyful. The love she received made her brave, and the attention she got taught her how to listen and care for others. Whether she was playing with friends, helping a neighbor, or even comforting a sad classmate at school, Lala carried her mother’s love in everything she did.
One morning, as she and Mom walked hand-in-hand to the park, Lala looked up and said, “Mom, when I grow up, I want to take care of my children just like you take care of me.”
Mom looked down, her eyes soft and glistening. “And I know you will, my love.”
Because when a child feels truly loved, that love never stops growing. It becomes a part of who they are, forever.
And so, every time Lala felt the warmth of her mom’s hug, or the softness of her hand brushing back her hair, she smiled deep inside. She didn’t need toys or surprises to feel happy. All she needed was her mom’s care, her gentle words, and that special kind of love that made everything in the world feel just right.
That was the magic.
That was the happiness.
That was Lala’s greatest treasure.
