The room was quiet and warm, filled with soft light and the calm feeling that comes before something new begins. Monkey Jumie sat close to Mom, his tiny body curled slightly as he watched her every move. He didn’t know it yet, but today was special. Today would be his very first bath.
Jumie was still very young, small enough to fit comfortably in Mom’s arms. His fur was thin and soft, carrying the smells of the day—milk, warmth, and a little bit of dust from his curious adventures. He had spent the morning clinging, sleeping, and peeking at the world with wide, thoughtful eyes. Everything was new to him, and that made him both curious and cautious.
Mom moved slowly, carefully, making sure not to rush him. She filled a small basin with warm water, testing it gently with her hand. The water wasn’t hot or cold—just right. She wanted Jumie to feel safe, not surprised.
Jumie noticed the water and tilted his head. His eyes followed the gentle ripples on the surface. It looked strange. He leaned forward slightly, then pulled back, unsure. His tiny fingers tightened around Mom’s shirt, holding on as if to say, I’m not sure about this.
Mom smiled softly and spoke in a calm, loving voice. She didn’t force him. She didn’t hurry. She simply held him close, letting him feel her warmth and steady heartbeat. That familiar rhythm helped Jumie relax. He trusted that sound more than anything else in the world.
Slowly, Mom lowered one of Jumie’s feet toward the water.
The moment his toes touched it, Jumie froze.
His eyes widened, and his mouth opened just a little in surprise. He pulled his foot back quickly, looking at it as if the water had done something strange to it. He made a tiny sound—not quite a cry, not quite a complaint—just confusion.
Mom laughed gently, not at him, but with him.
“It’s okay, Jumie,” she whispered. “I’m right here.”
She dipped her own hand into the water again and gently let a few drops fall onto Jumie’s leg. The drops rolled slowly down his fur. Jumie watched them closely, fascinated. Nothing bad happened. The water didn’t hurt. It was warm, almost comforting.
This time, when Mom guided his foot back into the water, he didn’t pull away as fast.
Jumie’s body was tense at first, every muscle ready to react. But Mom kept one arm securely around him, holding him close to her chest. He could feel her warmth, her calm, her love. That made all the difference.
Bit by bit, Mom lowered him into the water, just enough so it touched his legs and belly. Jumie let out a soft squeak, startled, but he didn’t panic. He clung to Mom’s arm, his fingers gripping tightly, his face serious as he tried to understand this new feeling.
The water gently moved around him, creating small ripples. Jumie stared at them, his fear slowly turning into curiosity. He moved his hand, accidentally splashing a little. He paused, surprised by his own action.
Then he did it again.
This time, a tiny smile appeared on his face.
Mom noticed and smiled back. She gently poured water over his back, careful to keep it slow and gentle. Jumie shivered slightly but didn’t protest. He leaned into Mom, resting his head against her arm.
The bath became quieter, calmer.
Mom used her hand to gently clean his fur, washing away the dirt and dust from the day. Jumie watched her fingers move, his eyes heavy now, blinking slowly. The warmth of the water and the safety of Mom’s arms made him feel sleepy.
He wasn’t scared anymore.
For Jumie, this wasn’t just a bath. It was a lesson. A lesson that new things didn’t always mean bad things. That sometimes, unfamiliar moments could be soft and loving too.
As Mom washed his tiny hands, Jumie lifted them slightly, almost as if helping her. When she cleaned his back, he leaned forward without realizing it. Each small movement showed how much he trusted her.
When the bath was finished, Mom lifted Jumie out of the water and wrapped him in a soft towel. The moment the towel touched his body, Jumie relaxed completely. He snuggled into it, pressing his face against the warm fabric. His earlier worries were completely forgotten.
Mom held him close, gently drying his fur. Jumie made soft, content sounds, his eyes half-closed. He felt clean, warm, and safe. The world seemed quiet and peaceful again.
She carried him to a cozy spot and sat down, still holding him. Jumie curled into her, his tiny body fitting perfectly against hers. His breathing slowed, becoming deep and steady.
His first bath was over.
Mom looked down at him, her heart full. She knew this was just one of many firsts they would share—first steps, first climbs, first falls, first lessons. But this one mattered. This was the moment Jumie learned that even when something felt strange or scary, Mom’s love would always be there to guide him through.
Jumie slept peacefully, wrapped in warmth and trust.
And in that quiet moment, surrounded by love, Monkey Jumie dreamed softly—ready for many more gentle adventures with Mom by his side. 🐒🛁🤍
