Mother’s Day was always a big weekend at our house. We gathered as a family to celebrate Mother’s Day as well as the birthdays of my husband and our standard poodle. It was a silly, fun and precious time.
The weather was always great so we would grill outside while the cousins chased each other around the backyard.
Happiness was ours for the taking like the perfect apple hanging from a tree.
Those days are over. My Mother, Mother-in-Law and Husband as well as our sweet dog are gone.
Fast forward a few years.
I was in Los Angeles over the last Mother’s Day Weekend. I was with lovely people having a wonderful time. My sons were far away with their families.
I put on a brave face but I felt a little sad as we walked to breakfast.
Yet, unexpectedly, I was comforted by the kindness of a stranger who spontaneously wished me “Happy Mother’s Day” as we passed each other on Santa Monica Boulevard.
I don’t know his name and could not identify him if I saw him again. But for one moment on an overcast day in LA, this young man touched my heart and lifted my spirits.
The kindness of strangers.