Mia sits on the rug. She is two. Her toy fell. She feels sad. "Oh," she says. A small drop falls. Sniff sniff. Toc-toc on the door. Mama comes in. Mama smiles. "Hello, Mia," she says. She sits down. She takes Mia's hand. They breathe in. Breathe out. Shh. Hop. The tear stops.
Mia points to the toy. "Mine," she says. Mama picks it up. "We fix," she says. Mama taps the toy. Tap tap. The toy wobbles. Plouf—oh no, a small wheel falls off. Mia looks down. She feels sad again. Mama hugs her. Warm hug. "We can try," says Mama. They put the wheel back. Click. The toy rolls. Whee!
Mia smiles a little. She pats her chest. "My heart," she says. It feels soft now. She breathes slow. She hums a small song. La la. Mia feels safe. She knows hands can help. She knows tears are okay.
Moral: It is okay to feel sad; a kind hand and deep breaths can help.
