Feeling appreciated and being a parent aren’t always two things that go hand-in-hand, but recently my husband got it perfectly right.
The day before the boy’s first birthday, the doorbell rang. I opened it to a florists van and a lady standing with a beautiful bouquet in a box. For a fleeting second thought my husband had sent me flowers, then immediately dismissed the idea as ludicrous. In eight and a half years together, my husband had only bought me flowers three times, it wouldn’t be him.
My next thought was that they might be from the friends we had stay with us the previous weekend to say thank you for having them. No, that wouldn’t be it, they had bought us lunch before they left.
A few weeks earlier we had new neighbours who had some flower deliveries, it must be for them. They were also expecting their first child any day, so maybe that was what they were for. Yes, that must be it. They’ve just got the wrong house or the neighbours weren’t in.
Then the lady said my name. That’s weird, I thought. How did she know my name? Unless…
I took the beautiful bouquet inside and carefully opened the tiny envelope with the card inside.
To The Improving Mum,
Thank you for doing such an amazing job bringing up our boy for the past twelve months.
All my love,
That small gesture suddenly made all the hard times, the loneliness and the sleepless nights worthwhile.
Feeling appreciated and being a parent aren’t always two things that go hand-in-hand, but that day I felt on top of the world.