Mummy has Training Wheels

It's in the forehead kisses after a hard day. It's in the blanket being tucked in just a little tighter. It's in the tiny "there you are" smile when babygirl waddles into the room looking for mama.

No grand gestures. No perfect days.

Just gentle reminders that babygirl never has to earn softness and mama never gets tired of giving it.

A safe lap, Warm cuddles, Tiny giggles. A favourite pacifier. A fresh nappy. A whispered "Mama's here."

🎀The past few months had been pretty hard, especially for little one.

Lots of doctors appointments led to many teary nights spent in her mama's arms. Mama had felt so sorry for her baby but there wasn't much she could do apart from being there for her, but now that they had a name for little one's condition they could do something about it, and it would have to start by changing their eating habits, but that was something that was very hard for little one to understand and had led to many tantrums lately. Today before they both left for work little one had a major meltdown because she couldn't have her favourite yogurt for breakfast, she even asked mama, how come a few days ago she was allowed now she isn't. So little one had left for work with a pout on her face. It was now afternoon and they were at the grocery store.

"Can you remember what we need to get sweetheart?" Little one looked at mama and nodded shyly "we..  we need fruits mama?" Mama smiled with a nod "that's right baby, which fruit would you like?" Babygirl had a look and pointed at her favourite "strawberries peaseee mama" unfortunately strawberries was one of the fruits she wasn't allowed anymore "we can't have strawberries darling, but we can get the blueberries instead, how does that sound?" Little one leaned into mama and whined "but why mama?" Mama rubbed her baby's back "remember  your tummy ouchies?"

Little one nodded with a pout "not like them mama" mama matches little ones pout "mama didn't like that you had ouchies either, but now we know why dont we sweetheart?" Babygirl nodded chewing on her sleeve "doctor found out" mama gently took the fabric out of her baby's mouth "that's right baby and the doctor said to keep the ouchies away we can't have certain foods, sweetheart" Little one pointed at the blueberries "berries peaseee" mama picked a pack and let little one pop them in the basket "good choice baby" the rest of the shopping was very similar, little one pointed out her favourite foods and mama gave her a different option to pick from, so far so good, but now they were standing in the sweet aisle an aisle mama tried to avoid but failed, little one was now hugging a pack of chocolate buttons "but I like them mama, peaseeee" mama sighed "baby you can't have them sweetheart" babygirl pouted "ouchies?" Babygirl asked looking up at her mama "yes baby, that will give you ouchies" a whimpered escaped baby's lips "they are my favourite mama"  mama kissed babygirl's forehead "what about we find you a new favourite?" That made little one smile

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I know, I know. You're picturing a big, dramatic scene where I pull down your pants, spank you into submission, tape you into a thick diaper and lock it into place.

You know what's so much more delicious to me? Diaper humiliation as routine. As lifestyle. As background noise.

You come home from work and swap out your house keys for a big pacifier, which you clip to your collar. You pull out your phone as you walk to the living room, casually removing your pants and underwear with your other hand. You lie down on the floor and spread your bare legs in the air, assuming the expected position as you submissively wait for your nightly diaper. Your legs dangle there stupidly as you suckle and scroll.

I let you dawdle like that for a minute or two before coming to oil and powder your bottom. You tell me about your day, drooling a bit through your paci, and I tell you about mine. I fold up the diaper nice and tight against your waiting bum and seal it.

No scene. No roleplay. No taunting or threats. Peeing in diapers and sucking pacifiers are just your everyday home life, as much as Netflix and takeout would be for a normal couple.

Because every once in a while, when you're not expecting it — as you're waddling to the kitchen in your soggy pampers or feeling a rope of drool ooze onto your dinner bib — it hits you like a ton of bricks: What a silly diapered dummy you are! When did being drooly, padded, and humiliated become so natural to you? So unremarkable? Your face will get hot, you'll feel squirmy in your tummy, and it will be so delicious, because it came out of nowhere.