On the bus home from town today (that’s the third bus we caught as the first wouldn’t let me on with the pushchair, and the second broke down), a woman said that I was a great mother.
She’d watched me for around ten minutes and had played with the boys intermittently, distracting them from the sweltering heat.
That’s right folks, a scorcher of a day and the bus heating was on. I literally felt sick. Tobias and Noah had their shoes removed, and they both downed two cups of juice within the first twenty minutes.
I said thank you. I didn’t know what else to say; “thanks, you’re a great old woman”. That would have been rude. And weird.
But it was really nice to hear. On a pretty horrendous journey (which took one and a half hours instead of the expected twenty minutes) my day was considerably brightened. The rest of my day was led with a spring in my step.
A nice word really does go a long way.