Rainbow: Perfect for Comforting a Sweet Baby When His Mother Is Late
When the sun began to sink behind the quiet houses, a soft hush filled the room where a sweet baby lay awake. His mother was late coming home, and though he did not understand time, he felt the space where her warmth usually lived. The room felt bigger, the shadows longer, and his tiny heart fluttered with a small, uncertain sigh.
Just then, something gentle happened.
Outside the window, a light rain ended, and the sky slowly painted a rainbow across the clouds. It wasn’t loud or bright in a frightening way. It was calm, like a smile made of color. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple—each color stretched softly, as if reaching just for him.
The baby’s wide eyes followed the colors. They seemed to move slowly, like a lullaby without sound. The red felt warm, like a hug. The yellow reminded him of morning light and happy beginnings. The blue was cool and calm, like the quiet moments before sleep. Even though he didn’t know their names, he felt their kindness.
The rainbow stayed, patient and kind, as if it understood he needed company. It didn’t rush. It didn’t fade too quickly. It simply stayed with him, guarding the room with gentle light. The baby’s breathing slowed. His fingers relaxed. His worries—small but real—began to float away.
In that peaceful moment, the rainbow became more than colors. It became comfort. It became a promise that even when someone you love is late, you are never truly alone. The world can still be soft. Care can arrive in many forms.
Soon, familiar footsteps came down the hall. The door opened, and his mother was there at last, her face full of love and relief. She scooped him into her arms just as the rainbow began to fade, its job done.
The baby rested his head on her shoulder, calm and safe. And though the rainbow disappeared from the sky, its gentle feeling stayed—wrapped around him like a quiet, colorful dream. 🌈
