Hear hear Lulu. There is a lot of kindness out there looking for a recipient, in my experience. Nice things that have happened to me:
Neighbours I hardly knew offering to walk the baby around for a bit so I can eat in peace or have a sleep.
Endless presents coming my way, including from people I hardly know.
My grumpy bachelor childless boss, who notoriously called children 'urchins' a lot and didn't really know what to do with them, insisting I bring my very little baby into work if I felt like it, so I could save on childcare, keep bf, and go back to full pay, and not miss the baby during the day.
Nice women leaping up to me out of the blue and suggesting coffee. Some of them staying friends for life. Others being a pleasant interlude.
The complete stranger who played endlessly with one of my (noisier) babies on a three hour flight to Greece so I could relax a bit. He even kept going when said child threw up on him (probably due to laughing so much and being juggled around on the guy's knee so much).
Older ladies across Europe who have made me feel like a magical princess for producing a child 'of such beauty, such intelligence' regardless of the fact the baby has just pooed himself and actually only really looks beautiful to me, probably.
I could go on ...