things_that_never_happen ovenbird This is not a thing that happens. No one shows up at your door with flowers to tell you that the years you devoted to parenting paid off and you sent a child with a kind heart into the world. Parenting is generally an invisible thing. There are no accolades. There are no awards. There is no recognition. No one shows up at your door with daisies and lilies and roses to say, “You must have done something right because I’ve seen the way your daughter walks through life and she brings joy to someone who matters to me.” No one does this. But if they did, you would invite them in and they would stand in your front hall uncertain what to do next and you would hold the vase full of flowers and your heart would dip and spin and you would call your daughter later and say that her love meant something to someone and she would cry and feel that in a world where almost nothing seems to matter, she managed to mean something and you would marvel at the sort of kindness that leads someone to show up at your door with flowers, unannounced, unexpected, showing you what gratitude looks like when it walks out its front door and shows up at yours. 251009 what's it to you? who go blather from