” When my wife stepped out for work that morning, I thought it would be another regular day of handling our toddler. Breakfast, a little playtime, maybe a short walk—how hard could it be?
▪️ But within minutes, the reality hit me. My little one was cranky, irritated, and on the verge of tears for the smallest things. The blocks weren’t stacking right? A tantrum. The toy car rolled under the sofa? Another meltdown. Even my attempt at singing his favorite rhyme was met with screams instead of giggles.
▪️ At first, I thought he was simply missing his mother. I tried distracting him with games, telling stories, even bribing him with snacks, but nothing seemed to work. His irritation grew with every passing hour, and I could feel my patience thinning. The constant fussing, the crying, and the restlessness were overwhelming.
▪️ It was only when I picked him up to comfort him that I noticed—his clothes seemed too tight, the fabric stiff against his delicate skin. His constant tugging at the collar and scratching around the seams suddenly made sense. The poor child wasn’t just being difficult; he was uncomfortable all along.
▪️ I quickly changed him into a soft cotton outfit—light, breathable, and easy on his skin. And almost like magic, the storm started to calm. He smiled, settled in my lap, and even asked for his favorite toy. The tantrums eased, the crankiness faded, and I finally saw the cheerful little boy I knew.
▪️ That day taught me a lesson I’ll never forget—sometimes, it isn’t about handling the tantrums but about understanding their root cause. If my child is comfortable in his clothes, half the battle is already won. 👉 Comfort, I realized, is the foundation of a happy routine”.
