Real Upset Joyce Starts to Offer Less Feeding to Baby Jacee
In the warm heart of the jungle, baby monkey Jacee once enjoyed carefree days clinging to his loving mother, Joyce. Every morning, he would wake up to the gentle rustling of leaves and the warmth of his mother’s arms. Joyce had always been a doting mother, wrapping her tail around Jacee and grooming him tenderly. She would nurse him often, and he found comfort in the soft rhythm of her heartbeat as he fed.
But lately, things had started to change.
Joyce, though still gentle, had become distant. She began to offer her milk less often, and when Jacee reached out to feed, she would sometimes turn away or distract him with a playful nudge instead. It confused the little monkey. He didn’t understand why his mother, who had always comforted his hunger, now seemed to be pulling back.
Joyce wasn’t angry. She wasn’t unkind. But she was tired.
Raising Jacee had taken a toll on her small body. As he grew, his demands increased, and she was slowly trying to encourage him to eat more solid food, like fruits and leaves. Joyce knew this step was necessary for Jacee’s growth and independence, but it wasn’t easy. He still cried when denied milk. He clung tighter. He pouted and whimpered, crawling back to her lap whenever he felt unsure.
Jacee’s days now were a mix of wonder and frustration. He would try nibbling on ripe bananas or chewing soft bark, as Joyce guided him patiently. But nothing tasted like her milk. Sometimes he would sit quietly beside her, looking out over the treetops, wondering why things had changed.
Joyce remained close, always watching him. She still played with Jacee, swung with him through the trees, and nestled beside him at night. But her message was clear: it was time to grow.
By the end of the day, Jacee would often fall asleep in her arms, still hoping for one last feeding. Sometimes, when the stars were out and the jungle was still, Joyce would offer him just a little — a small reminder of comfort and love.
Even in her upset, Joyce’s love remained. She wasn’t pushing him away, only guiding him forward — the gentle way of mothers in the wild.
