“If you really want to do something nice for a mother you know, tell her she’s doing a good job. Give examples and be specific.” –Melissa Draper
Several years ago, my family decided to do a little family outing up to Salt Lake City. Some of my children were obsessed with trains at the time, so we decided to ride the FrontRunner commuter train from Provo up to Salt Lake City, and then take Trax over to the downtown area.
My kids were all pretty young at the time. As we boarded the Trax train, we took our seats near the front on one side. A group of what looked like older teenagers came in behind us and sat down on the other side. They were a little rough looking and speaking very loudly, using very vulgar language, spilling out profanities with what sounded like every other word. Immediately my thoughts went to my children and the interesting words they might end up picking up on this short train ride. But then, one of the boys in their group turned and looked at our little family. He instantly got a wide-eyed look on his face and swiveled back to his friends saying with a stern voice, “Dudes! There’s kids!” They all fell silent, looked at us, the rest of their group noticing us for the first time….and then turned back to each other in conversation, changing their crude language to more respectful tones and bringing their voices down. I was so grateful in that moment as a mother, I no longer had to worry about what my children would hear. I met eyes with the young man who had had the courage to address his friends, gave him a smile, and mouthed the words, ‘Thank You’. He smiled back and then returned to talking with his friends.
I was so touched that this young man had realized how I might feel as a mother and wanted to be respectful of that. He cared so much that he even had the courage to speak up and say something to his friends. And they in turn were respectful enough to acknowledge our family and to listen to their friend. I remember having this feeling and desire to turn to these young men and say, “Where are your mothers? Can I call them? Can I talk to them? I want to let them know that I met some young men today who know how to look outside of themselves and be respectful of those around them. I want your mothers to know that you learned that lesson and you’re practicing it in real life.” I wondered if their mothers worried about them and what they were doing with their lives. I wondered if their mothers were praying for them each day. I wondered if their mothers needed to hear another mother tell them ‘thank you.’
I of course never asked any of them for their mother’s numbers, but it sparked a thought in me. How many people do I come in contact each day, who I do know their mothers, and I can let them know the good things I have observed about them or their families? Mothering is a hard, tough job. While it does bring so much meaning to life, it can also bring its share of heartache, worry, and pain. It can make the most confident woman question herself, and the most hard-working soul wonder if they’re ever doing enough. As a friend once summed up to me so perfectly, “I love it. I love being a mom so much, even though it’s poopy and hard.” And I think it’s when we’re experiencing those ‘poopy’ moments as a mother, we could use a reminder that we’re doing better than we think we are.
Since this experience I made a little goal for myself. I said that if I observed or saw something specific in a child or family that really touched me or inspired me, like I did on that Trax train, I would do my best to tell their mother (or sometimes father or grandparent). I would be very specific in what I had observed and let them know what it meant to me. Being specific was an important part of the goal for me. As mothers, we hear people say things like, ‘women are amazing’, ‘mothers do so much,’ ‘you are just awesome.’ Which is great, those are all good things. But if you are a recovering Master of Negative Talk (which unfortunately a lot of us women are) it is really easy to hear those phrases and say, ‘oh they’re not talking about me’ or ‘that doesn’t apply to my family’ or ‘they don’t really know me that well.’ When you are specific about what you have observed, it’s hard to refute it. Especially when it’s something that woman has worked at and has wondered if it even makes a difference.
I haven’t always been perfect at meeting my goal, but since that moment several years ago I have had many wonderful opportunities to share with another mother an observation I’ve had of her family or her children. Some have been tender and meaningful experiences for me. At times it has taken a little bravery as I approached a woman I did not know quite as well, and I did not want her to think I was crazy or stalking her family. But I have been able to experience over and over again how much mothers need to hear about the specific, good things they are doing. And I have experienced the ties that can bind us as mothers when we share with each other our successes and cheer each other on amidst our struggles.
Motherhood is tough. It’s a beautiful, wonderful job, but it’s hard. If you really want to do something nice for a mother you know, tell her she’s doing a good job. Give examples and be specific. It won’t be forgotten soon, and you will be giving her words she can treasure forever.