At just three years old, the world was a vast and exciting place for you, filled with endless possibilities and lessons waiting to be learned.

Taylor, your mom, was always there to guide you, nurturing your spirit with unwavering patience and love. She understood that every small misstep was just a part of your learning journey

This particular morning was no different. The two of you were in the kitchen, and you had eagerly asked to help her make breakfast.

She pulled a chair over so you could stand beside her at the counter, ensuring you could see everything. You watched her intently as she began to prepare the ingredients, your little hands itching to join in.

When it came time to crack the eggs, Taylor decided to involve you in the process. Gently, she placed her hands over yours and guided you through cracking the first egg, explaining each step in her soft, soothing voice.

Buoyed by her praise, you wanted to try on your own. Taylor smiled, stepping back just a little to let you take the lead.

With intense focus, you picked up another egg and carefully tapped it against the edge of the bowl, just as she had shown you.

But your little hands were still learning coordination, and the egg cracked awkwardly, spilling its contents onto the counter instead of into the bowl.

“I’m sowwy,”

you murmured in your tiny, apologetic voice, your lower lip trembling ever so slightly.

Taylor’s heart melted instantly. Kneeling down to meet your gaze,

“Oh, my love,”

she said softly, her voice full of reassurance.

“It’s okay. It was just a little mistake. We can clean it up, no problem.”

Her words, spoken with such kindness, immediately soothed your worries. She reached for a cloth wiping away the stain