Mommy couldn’t help but smile as she finished fastening the tapes snugly into place. Her little had tried so hard to sneak diapers out of the nursery again, and now here he was—blushing, pouting, but secretly relieved to be taken care of.
“Oh sweetheart,” Mommy said gently, brushing her hand across his back, “you don’t have to hide who you are here.”
The nursery was her favorite room in the house. Soft blue walls, neatly stacked diapers, tiny outfits folded with care, plush toys lined up on the shelf—it was peaceful. Safe. A place where her littles could set down the weight of adulthood and just exist in softness.
Watching him relax on the changing table, she felt that familiar warmth in her chest. Taking care of him wasn’t about embarrassment or teasing. It was about comfort. Routine. Security.
And lately… she’d been thinking.
The extra crib space in the corner. The empty shelf waiting to be filled. The quiet that sometimes settled in when her little was at work pretending to be grown up.
Mommy leaned down and kissed his temple.
“You know,” she whispered with a playful smile, “Mommy’s heart is big. I think there might be room for more babies in this nursery one day.”
His eyes widened slightly, and she giggled softly.
“More cuddles. More story times. More sleepyheads who need diapers and reassurance.”
She wasn’t replacing him. She wasn’t taking anything away. Her love wasn’t something that ran out—it multiplied.
She straightened up, adjusting the blanket over him.
“This nursery was made for nurturing,” she said warmly. “And Mommy was made to take care of her babies.”
In that cozy little room, surrounded by soft toys and gentle light, she imagined it—more giggles, more shy smiles, more littles finding their safe place in her arms.
And mommy smiled, knowing her family was only just beginning 🧑🍼🤱🍼.
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