Amaanat, a curious little boy with a mop of curly hair, stood at the bathroom door, eyeing the potty with a mix of fascination and apprehension. Leila, his loving mother, knelt beside him with a gentle smile. "Are you ready to try, sweetheart?" she asked softly.
Amaanat nodded hesitantly, his small hands clutching his favorite stuffed bear. "Will you read me a story while I try?" he requested, his big eyes full of hope. Leila chuckled softly, picking up a book about a brave little bear learning new things. "Of course, my little explorer," she said, settling beside him.
Amaanat giggled, momentarily forgetting his nervousness. But as he shifted, the potty wobbled slightly, causing him to squeal in surprise. Leila steadied it quickly, her laughter joining his. "It's okay, sometimes we all need a little help to stay on track," she reassured him.
Amaanat took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his mother's patience and support. "I'm trying, Mama," he said earnestly. Leila nodded, her hand resting gently on his shoulder. "You're doing so well, my brave boy," she encouraged, her voice a balm to his little heart.
Amaanat jumped up, his eyes sparkling with pride. "I did it, Mama! I did it!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands in delight. Leila scooped him up in a hug, her heart swelling with pride and love. "Yes, you did, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you," she whispered, kissing his cheek.
Amaanat's eyes shone with newfound confidence. Leila fetched a small reward—a sticker of a golden star—and placed it on the potty's side. "Every new step deserves a celebration," she said with a smile. Amaanat beamed, knowing that with his mother's love and support, he could conquer anything.
