The line about watching your husband when he doesn't know you're watching, that's the whole thing right there. I have done that my whole life as a mom, caught the quiet moments nobody was performing for and tucked them away. Those are the ones that stay. Your dad brushing and drying your hair more thoroughly than your mum, your husband chasing a scooter, these small unremarkable things are the ones your boys will carry longest. What a gift to put it into words while you can still hand it to them. 🤍
Thank you for sharing this, that you too have watched and treasured the tiny moments, that may seem insignificant to dad but aren’t to us watching and taking it in. 😊 the little memories compound over time.
Thank you, I felt a bit hesitant to share it with my dad because it felt very raw and we don’t normally say very soppy things aloud! But he was so moved by it, he told me it really touched him, and I am glad I did it because I think too often we wait until someone has left this world to then talk of our appreciation!
I’m so glad you did too. There’s something brave about saying the tender things while people are still here to hear them, especially when it’s not the kind of thing your family normally says out loud.
The fact that he was so moved by it makes me think how many people are carrying around love and appreciation they’ve never quite found words for. You gave him that gift while you still could. 🤍
It’s definitely made me think on whether I do more of this, more raw and honest notes to those who have impacted me (whether public on here or privately, I don’t know) - not because my aim is to make people cry 😆 but simply because I don’t say it enough. And it can be the difference between someone feeling replaceable, like they aren’t making any kind of impact in their life, and the realisation that actually who they are is valued highly.
I think that's exactly it. So many people move through their days faithfully loving, serving, showing up, and quietly wonder if any of it matters. Not because they need praise, but because we're human and sometimes we need someone to hold up a mirror and say, "I see it. It mattered."
And now you've got me wondering who I should stop thinking grateful thoughts about and actually tell. 🤍
I am so glad it’s got you thinking about it too! I love to inspire others in some way to think on how they too can bring joy, and I think you telling those you love what you appreciate about them definitely counts as joy! 😄
Yes, it doesn’t feel like it always matters, does it? My dad actually has a kind way of always making me feel seen as a mum, he often says how well I am doing, even when I am feeling entirely stressed!
Your reply, Jessica... makes me think about how generational the practice of seeing others can be. What appears so small... can completely change another's perspective, mindset, or day. "Cheers to your Dad!!!"
Beautiful, heartfelt tributes to both men in your life who have enriched yours Jessica (as well as vice-versa I'm sure)!
Thank you, that’s so kind of you to say ☺️
The line about watching your husband when he doesn't know you're watching, that's the whole thing right there. I have done that my whole life as a mom, caught the quiet moments nobody was performing for and tucked them away. Those are the ones that stay. Your dad brushing and drying your hair more thoroughly than your mum, your husband chasing a scooter, these small unremarkable things are the ones your boys will carry longest. What a gift to put it into words while you can still hand it to them. 🤍
Thank you for sharing this, that you too have watched and treasured the tiny moments, that may seem insignificant to dad but aren’t to us watching and taking it in. 😊 the little memories compound over time.
Thank you, I felt a bit hesitant to share it with my dad because it felt very raw and we don’t normally say very soppy things aloud! But he was so moved by it, he told me it really touched him, and I am glad I did it because I think too often we wait until someone has left this world to then talk of our appreciation!
I’m so glad you did too. There’s something brave about saying the tender things while people are still here to hear them, especially when it’s not the kind of thing your family normally says out loud.
The fact that he was so moved by it makes me think how many people are carrying around love and appreciation they’ve never quite found words for. You gave him that gift while you still could. 🤍
It’s definitely made me think on whether I do more of this, more raw and honest notes to those who have impacted me (whether public on here or privately, I don’t know) - not because my aim is to make people cry 😆 but simply because I don’t say it enough. And it can be the difference between someone feeling replaceable, like they aren’t making any kind of impact in their life, and the realisation that actually who they are is valued highly.
I think that's exactly it. So many people move through their days faithfully loving, serving, showing up, and quietly wonder if any of it matters. Not because they need praise, but because we're human and sometimes we need someone to hold up a mirror and say, "I see it. It mattered."
And now you've got me wondering who I should stop thinking grateful thoughts about and actually tell. 🤍
I am so glad it’s got you thinking about it too! I love to inspire others in some way to think on how they too can bring joy, and I think you telling those you love what you appreciate about them definitely counts as joy! 😄
Yes, it doesn’t feel like it always matters, does it? My dad actually has a kind way of always making me feel seen as a mum, he often says how well I am doing, even when I am feeling entirely stressed!
Your reply, Jessica... makes me think about how generational the practice of seeing others can be. What appears so small... can completely change another's perspective, mindset, or day. "Cheers to your Dad!!!"