The morning sun peeked through the curtains, but Cubis wasn’t ready to greet the day. He sat quietly on the edge of his bed, his little hands nervously twisting the blanket. The sheets were damp, and his cheeks were hot with embarrassment. Cubis had wet the bed.
His mind raced with worry. What if Dad gets angry? What if he thinks I did it on purpose? The thought made his heart pound faster. He remembered hearing other kids talk about being punished for accidents, and fear bubbled up inside him.
Just then, Dad knocked gently on the door and stepped inside with a cheerful smile. “Good morning, Cubis!” But his smile faded when he noticed Cubis’ downcast eyes. “What’s wrong, buddy?”
Tears welled up in Cubis’ eyes as he whispered, “I…I wet the bed. Please don’t be mad, Dad.” His voice cracked, and he braced himself for the worst.
But instead of anger, Dad knelt down beside him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Oh, Cubis,” he said softly, “I would never punish you for something like this. It was an accident. It happens to lots of kids.”
Cubis blinked in surprise. “Really? You’re not mad?”
Dad chuckled and shook his head. “Not at all. You know what this means? It just means we wash the sheets, put on some fresh ones, and try again tonight. That’s all. You’re still my brave little champ.”
A wave of relief washed over Cubis. His shoulders relaxed, and a small smile returned to his face. Dad even made it fun—tossing the sheets into the laundry basket with a dramatic “slam dunk!” that made Cubis laugh.
By the time they finished, the fear that had weighed so heavily on Cubis was gone. Instead, he felt safe, loved, and understood. He realized that mistakes didn’t make him bad, and Dad’s gentle words gave him the courage to face tomorrow without worry.
Sometimes, even in accidents, love speaks the loudest.
