{"id":14730,"date":"2023-11-24T09:05:00","date_gmt":"2023-11-24T16:05:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.mops.org\/?p=14730"},"modified":"2023-11-24T09:05:00","modified_gmt":"2023-11-24T16:05:00","slug":"saturday-compliments","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.themom.co\/fr\/saturday-compliments\/","title":{"rendered":"Saturday Compliments"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">My kids and I found ourselves unexpectedly waiting in a line\u202f<\/span><span data-contrast=\"auto\">on Saturday morning<\/span><span data-contrast=\"auto\">\u202ffor a planned activity. The day was nice, although windy, and the people around were generally in good spirits. There were two ladies, they looked to be more into the grandma years, standing in front and behind us. We all exchanged compliments, talked about the weather, how none of us expected a line, but we were thankful it wasn\u2019t yet snowing since we were outside. They talked to my children and asked general questions, commenting on how their children were now grown.<\/span><span data-ccp-props=\"{&quot;201341983&quot;:0,&quot;335559739&quot;:0,&quot;335559740&quot;:240}\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">A few moments of silence would pass, then someone would make a comment and the conversation would once again pick up. I was taken back after such a silence when one of the ladies complimented\u00a0how well-behaved my children were. I politely said \u201cThank you. We try to remember we\u2019re raising little adults, and they will need to function in society one day.\u201d They both nodded and said, \u201cYou are so right.\u201d The lady who initially complimented me patted my arm and said, \u201cYou\u2019re doing a good job Mama.\u201d I said, \u201cThank you.\u201d Then I stopped and stared at her and said, \u201cYou actually have no idea how much that means, thank you.\u201d\u202fThe line kept moving and we parted ways. I\u2019ll probably never see either of those women again. But that encounter has stuck with me.<\/span><span data-ccp-props=\"{&quot;201341983&quot;:0,&quot;335559739&quot;:0,&quot;335559740&quot;:240}\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">I have wondered why those compliments meant so much. Was it because it was from a complete stranger? Was it because they were fellow mamas? Did their age make the comment more impactful? I interact with fellow mamas all the time. We give each other knowing glances or state how tired we are. We sigh as our children pull us in another direction or give a knowing glance as we once again say to our children, \u201cno, you cannot have that.\u201d . As I thought about that conversation, I realized it wasn\u2019t just because the mamas were older. It wasn\u2019t just because they happened to catch me and my kids on a good day. It was because they acknowledged me. They noted that the work I was doing raising kids was hard. They knew it was hard. They didn\u2019t know that the day before, my kids and I had all been at odds with each other. They just saw and acknowledged the work and that it was good.<\/span><span data-ccp-props=\"{&quot;201341983&quot;:0,&quot;335559739&quot;:0,&quot;335559740&quot;:240}\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span data-contrast=\"auto\">Through this random encounter, I realized how much more I need to start complimenting other mamas. I might not have as much mom experience, but I can recognize a mama. Tell her she\u2019s doing a good job. Remind her that in this moment, even if her kids are pulling the cereal boxes off the shelf, that she\u2019s got this. Come alongside her and give her a boost -not in a commiserating way because let\u2019s face it, we already commiserate a lot, but maybe our comments can be a little more helpful. How about &#8211; \u201cI see you. I recognize you. You are valued. 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