To ask you what was the nicest thing anyone has said to you?

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Following on from the tactless thread, maybe something to cheer us up.
On just giving birth to DS. DH DM DF & DMIL all in delivery room making a fuss of DS.
My DF walked straight up to me and said "I am so proud of you and I have never seen you look as beautiful as you do right now".

I live in the area with the worst breastfeeding rates in the country. I am gawped at wherever I go. At DS's 8 week check, the paediatrician was asking what help
I had (none apart from DH) and if DS was BF. When I said he was, he told me I should be very proud of myself. I tried to brush it off and he said that he meant it, I was clearly a great mum as I was working very hard to care for DS and DD (who had helpfully been angelic during the appointment ). I'm really glad he said it as it was definitely a struggle in the early days and I have remembered it at tough points.

A friend once told me that she hoped she would be as lovely with her future babies as I am with mine. It was lovely of her to say so, and she will be fecking fabulous.

DS2 wrote this essay about me in year seven, it cracks me up and I absolutely love it:

'She had dark shiny golden brown hair with long curly ringlets cascading down covering her small thin shoulders. Her hair was shiny but with bits of matt hair as well.

'Her eyes were a mellow dark green gently filling your heart with content. Their warm green glow lit up her face like a candle. The glimmering sun reflecting off her dark eyes. Dazzling anybody who looked at them.

'She was a thin character, slightly taller than average height person with a very discreet fickle figure. She had long spindly legs that trailed off right down to the floor and looked as if given the chance would just extend miles.

'Her personality was a very either up-up-up or down-down-down character. She loved spending time with others, and always wanted to be doing something, never stopped doing things.'

The End

Daisy- A Mills and Boon author in the making.
How sweet

DP wrote me a poem on a rizla packet that said my eyes were brighter than the twin headlamps of some sort of Ducatti ...

WOW was it a 916? Please say it wasn't a monster

When my beloved Grandmother was suffering with dementia. We were fiercely close and had a very special, loving relationship. She adored my DC, her great grandchildren, and loved them dearly.

Her dementia was so bad she had no recollection as to who I was towards the end.

When I visited her she looked at me and said "I'm sorry, I don't know who you are but you look like a very respectable young lady and your children are lovely" It was equally the most loveliest and heartbreaking thing.

She died the following week and my heart never quite recovered

I once did supply in a school. At the end of the day one child came up to me at hometime and said ' when I saw yjou this morning I was scared cos you look like the Trunchbull but now I know you are like Miss Honey'. Hugged me..then went offhome. I've never forgotten that.

On my wedding day, just about to walk down the aisle MIL (with whom I'd had a very rocky relationship with) took me to one side and said she "couldn't be happier" that DH was marrying me. It really meant a lot coming from her.

I once taught in the most awful place. I'd cry every day and was petrified of the management. I adored my class but mustered up the courage to leave. On my last day, a little girl gave me a hand written note that said I 'woz da best techur eva'- she couldn't even write her name when I started teaching her. I carry it in my purse everyday.

More recent one, a young cutie colleague of mine told me: 'you DO have a lovely smile and I like your face'. I heart him!

Both of my children have been colicky, refluxy, breast returning, limpetty nightmare babies. My mother is a very old school midwife who thinks babies should be BF and have solid routines and you shouldn't pick them up every time they cry.

When DS was about ten months old and waking ever thirty minutes and screaming and I was pausing the film we were trying to watch to run up to try and settle him I was getting more and more worked up about what she was thinking. We'd always been close and I was just waiting for her to tell me how I should be doing things after a few comments about my decision to FF from two weeks.

I came down at one point and heard her on the phone to my grandmother "Well [DS] is up and down a lot so it's difficult to get things done and we're trying to watch a film but she's constantly running up and down the stairs...but she's doing so well and being so calm about it, she's getting him back to sleep a lot quicker than I ever did with her."

When she came off the phone I apologised for being so long but I'd decided to cut his nails while I was up there and he was asleep so he didn't scratch his eczema in his sleep. "You're a good mum, do you know that? He's been the making of you."

Breast refusing*

Also my best friend, upon having a rather scary birth with her first child, told me lots of details and asked me lots of questions. One morning, at 3am I received a text that said "Btw, I'm so glad I can talk to you about this stuff. Who else would I be able to discuss my stitches and nipples with?" It may be daft but knowing she trusted me enough to share that stuff without being embarrassed made me swell with pride.

When I was a very gawky, uncool 13 year old having a thoroughly miserable time at school, my year went on a trip to Covent Garden. I was clowning around with a girl in my class, trying on silly hats, when a middle-aged American lady came up to me and said, "you are so pretty".

I was so taken aback that I don't think I even responded, but it really stayed with me: no one apart from my mum had ever told me that, and I felt hideous compared with the cool girls at school.

So thanks, nice American lady, and I'm sorry I wasn't appreciative at the time :)

Being told by an old friend that she always feels better about herself after we speak.

While I was labouring w DC4, DD1 and DD2 (ages 7 and 5 at the time) said, 'You can do it, Mummy.' They were so kind and wanted to encourage me. They so wanted all to be well. It really was so so nice.

Sitting in the outpatient waiting room at a childrens' hospital with 3 month old DD who has severe reflux. Behind us drawing on a touch screen computer was a girl of about 10 who was much more seriously ill (we got chatting to her mum). She came over to sit beside her mum, looking rather sheepish and we turned to see she had written 'you have the most beautiful baby.' It was a really sweet moment and really put our struggles with DD into perspective.

I have a few

My stepdad - After visiting me and my daughter in hospital whilst she was in the NICU and he'd seen me feed her through a tube, change her nappy in the incubator etc.. On leaving he told me I'm doing so well and was the best kind of mother

My neighbour - told me she can see my daughter is 'the jewel in my crown' that made my heart swell!!!

A random silverfox who was a client at the company I worked for told me I was actually stunning I glowed all day after that!

I've had a pretty shit few years, bad stuff (all malicious) at work, sister having an affair with my partner and them buying a house up the road from me, and finally going back to work after 3 years!! Of suspension and suffering PTSD because of it.

I walked into work (after about 8 tries) and was stopped by cleaners, caretakers and loads of other staff to say how happy they were I was back, and then a really really grumpy boss came by and said "hawkeye, your smile still lights up the city"... I nearly cried.

Later that same day I spoke with one of the cleaners, just asked about grandchildren of hers, as I hadn't seen her for years and she said she was amazed that having been through what I had, I still took the time to ask after others and show an interest in their lives. The same woman was there years ago when I was walking with one of my big bosses the length of our building from one office to another, half way there he stopped and said, I'm never walking anywhere with you again, it's taken ten minutes to get half way, how do you know everyone's name and all their families? At the time I felt "oh no! I'm sorry" but this lady said that she went home and told her family of the woman at work who knows everyone and their families and their issues because she genuinely cares. The day I came back she reminded me of this happening and said the reason so many people cared about me was because I cared about them. I'll never forget that, and each week I make a point of learning something more about the people I work with, I didn't realise I had made such an impact! (Actually crying now!)

My dd tells me she loves me every day. There's nothingikd the unconditional untainted love from your child

Beautiful thread BTW, O.P

I have been a lone parent of 2 boys since we lost dh several years ago. When mil, bil and sil all said at a family gathering how brilliantly I was doing and what lovely young men my sons were growing up to be, that dh would have been so proud of all three of us.......well, just about finished me off, so it did.

"Your DC is a credit to you" said by someone who doesn't dish out compliments to freely.

I love you mummy, im glad I came out of you. - dd (5) cuddled up in bed last night

My husband sends me a bunch of flowers every year on each of my DDs' birthdays with a little note thanking me for our babies. It has been 7 years now and it still makes me cry every time

When dd was 18 months old we were at a country park and she was jumping in mud having the time of her life. She was covered and so was I but i was so happy to be doing something together that brought her such joy. A elderly couple stopped and smiled saying how lucky she was to have me as her mum and she would get far in life by having someone put her happiness first.
I have a very difficult stately gone relationship with my own mother and I am constantly anxious about not repeating the cycle. I will always remember them and be thankful for their kind words.

I've struggled a lot with giving up work and adapting to life as a SAHM, especially with two under two as I currently have.

This week, after a stressful morning getting ready for toddler group I'd finally got both DC in the double buggy and we were on our way.

We walked past a lady at the bus stop who smiled and said 'Gosh, are they both yours?' (Yep!) 'Well don't you just have the best job in the world?'

It so often doesn't feel that way but she made me stop and take stock and realise how lucky I am. I reckon I'll be thinking of that lady and her wise words a lot over the coming years!