It’s happened on several occasions lately. I’ve been out somewhere with my son, frazzled usually. (I just can’t seem to get the hang of this getting two people ready to leave the house thing!)
Once I was shopping at Target, and my son was being a little flirtatious with two ladies nearby. They went out of their way to come over and tell me how adorable my son was and that I was doing a great job with him, as he seemed so happy.
Another instance was in the parking lot at Kroger. We were trying to run in and get some groceries in the middle of some misty, cold weather. The lady coming out of the store who was parked next to me kindly waited for me to get my son out of the car so we could get in out of the rain.
As I was unbuckling the car seat, I jokingly asked “Does it ever get easier?” And she said pointedly, “Yes, it does! And in the meantime, you are doing a GREAT job. Take your time.”
I’m not sure if these ladies knew how much their words impacted me. As someone still recovering from postpartum depression and anxiety, one of my biggest symptoms is guilt. Not a day goes by that I don’t guiltily wonder if I’m being the best mom I can be or if my son doesn’t deserve better in a mother than I am giving him.
I didn’t read all the baby books. I don’t churn out Pinterest projects every day. It’s a great outing if I remember everything and can keep his socks on and he doesn’t have a meltdown because I planned poorly and our errands overlap into nap time.
Having strangers – especially women who clearly are mothers – tell me not to worry and that I’m doing fine really goes a long way.
So today, I am thankful for the kindness of strangers: women who tell me not to worry and that I’m doing just fine, people who are patient with me in the line at the store, and others who offer very simple acts of kindness.
Will you join me in taking the #30DaysofThanks challenge? Each day from Nov. 1-30, write or share something for which you’re thankful with the hash tag #30DaysofThanks.