What Is The Loveliest Thing A Child Has Ever Said To You?

loveliest thing kids saySpeaking of how and where I express my happiest moments? That definitely means being around little children. They have proved to be the best at making people happy.

Naturally, kids are known to say the most darndest things ever, which to most of us is fun. Below, 25 people has shared the most loveliest thing kids say to them.

Linda Atkinson, I’m a happy little vegemite

After I split from a guy I was dating for seven years, I bumped into his son down the street. This boy was 5yo when I started dating his father and, although we never lived together, we spent weekends and holidays together and when my partner was studying in Melbourne, I would pick up his boys from school, feed them and put them to bed. Then, get them up and send them off to school the next day.

So, I was kind of like a second mother to my partner’s kids and they formed very close bonds with me and my kids.

Anyhow, a year after breaking up with his dad, this kid ran up to me in the street and was so excited to see me. I had circled the block a couple of times looking for a park and he said that he’d seen my car go past and kept running up, only to see me driving away.  He said he was so happy that I finally stopped and he could literally not stop hugging me. He said that he missed me so much and that his father had met someone new but he and his brother did not like her and wished that I would come back. Then he told me that he loved me and missed me and could now see all of the amazing things I did for him and his brother.

It was one of the most amazing experiences I’ve ever had with someone else’s child. Now another four years has passed (so this kid is now 16) and I have moved away but he always asks how I am going when he catches up with my daughter.

Ralph Johnson, Serial Entrepreneur, Sports and Martial Arts Enthusiast, Dad

This wasn’t said to me, but I was there and it was the most moving thing I’ve ever heard said from a child. The kind of thing only a baby brother could say out of love. I have two sons, one special needs, and one younger, typical child. They are nearly 5 years apart. When my youngest was small, they were almost on the same page developmentally despite the age difference, so you sometimes wondered if he ever understood how different his older brother was, his limitations and his disabilities, both physical and cognitive. But his older brother obviously looked different than other kids, so there weren’t subtle differences. He is completely hairless, non-verbal, and has poor motor skills. One day we were at the playground, the boys about 9 and 4 years old. My older son LOVED to be pushed on the swings. He would make high pitched noises in delight, flail his arms, and pat his own head and chest in excitement. As I pushed the boys on adjacent swings, I noticed a few young boys stop and stare at my son’s “happy swing time”. They slowly meandered over, probably to get a closer look as their curiosity got the better of them. Children were always a little curious at his appearance and mannerisms, if not even a little afraid. But I always encouraged children to come over and engage and ask questions, hoping to expose them to this beautiful part of the world they may not have ever seen before. (Funny, it was always the parents of these curious children that whisked them away in a flurry of apologies when I was the one trying to encourage and fan the social interaction. Ah, but that’s a story for another blog…) So as I pushed and the squeals and flailing continued, I asked the closest little boy what his name was. He didn’t even hear the question, instead pointed and said, “He’s scary”. Before I could explain anything to him and hopefully educate him, my youngest son hops off the swing and marches right up to this little boy and says in his sternest toddler voice, “He’s not scary, he’s my BROTHER!” At that moment, I felt a swell of pride and love for my boys as an innocent little brother instinctively protected his older sibling. I knew at that moment, that no matter if my plan and efforts to make sure both of my sons would never be burdened financially after I’m gone, that my youngest son has a bond and love for his older brother that although may never even ever be realized by him, was unconditional and forever. I knew before then, but this confirmed for me that God had blessed me with these two boys, and that sharing Dean with the world is my duty. With his trusty little bodyguard at his side.

Émilie Fline, works at Freelancing

I am almost 9 months pregnant with terrible backaches, sitting on a cushion on the floor (I can’t remember why or how I got there!). I am talking about babies with the daughter of a friend. I try to get up. Suddenly, this little 2.5 year old just grabs my hands to help me stand. “Come on, I’ll help you”, she says. Needless to say, her huge effort was utterly useless (she’s way too small and too light to be helpful at all) and I got up in a lot of pain but I just couldn’t refuse. Her gesture was just too kind and lovely.

Sharon Mitchell

Visiting friends, the three-year old knocks on the bathroom door, calls out my (charmingly mispronounced) nickname.

“I’m on the potty, Robert.”

Robert: “Are you coming out soon?”

Me: “There’s a potty downstairs, Robert. Do you need to go potty?”

Robert: “No….”

Me: “Then why do you need me to come out?”

Robert: [after a short pause] “PLAY WITH ME.”

It’s lovely to be friended. 🙂

William J. Watts, works at S. Africa, Canada

Years ago a Filipina colleague (Hi, Veronica!) of mine in IT told me that her five-year-old daughter had recently asked her, “Mommy, can you have fly as a pet?” I think Veronica said probably, but it wouldn’t live too long, so perhaps another pet would be better! So sweet and innocent, as we all once were.

Ashwini Zaware,

My son was 2 years old at the time of the incident. I was busy getting dinner ready and it was pretty late which meant I did not have time for him at the moment. He was constantly pestering me with questions and kept visiting the kitchen to check whether I was doing something interesting. Suddenly I turned around to get something from the fridge and as he was standing very close to me, he lost his balance and fell. I had to pacify him and that lost me some more time. So to avoid further such “mishaps” I gave him a newspaper leaflet and asked him to play with it. He went out quite happily and started tearing the paper into small pieces. When he thought he had sufficient pieces, he brought one of them to me and said in a bus conductor like voice, “Aai, dhar tujha ticket” (“Mom, your ticket”). This happened many more times and I got more such ‘tickets’. That was fun. Later on he got bored and started to get chocolates from the fridge. As it was dinner time, I opposed and this caused a great tussle between us. Finally he lost and started crying. As he was crying he looked up at me with tear-stained eyes and said, “Ata me tula paper pan nahi denar” (“Now I won’t even give you the paper”). That was the most innocent thing I have heard in a long time 🙂

Suzi

After sinking so far into depression after a traumatic event I was touching suicide. My children were with their dad and I was convinced that they wouldn’t care if I was there or not. (Some days this is still the overarching theme). I was prepared, organised and ready to die. I desperately wanted to but someone close wouldn’t allow it. I collected my children from their father, the first thing my youngest said to me was “I missed you mummy”. This still breaks my heart to think of or when I’m reminded of it. It was the most beautiful thing she has ever said and yet so innocuous to her or anyone else. I can never explain quite how hearing those words felt.

Oriana Goitía

“When are you coming back? I’m waiting.” My 4-year-old nephew picked the phone when I called home at midnight on New Year’s Eve 2015, the first one I spent away from my family in Venezuela. He didn’t understand that I just wasn’t around anymore, especially because that’s usually a big party in my family and he was innocently expecting to see me there.

Sallie Olson, 2 Time Business Owner

My adult daughter had just moved back after living out of state for several years. She confided something in me that she was apparently afraid to share. I reminded her that as long as she’s happy, I’m happy. She replied, “You’re like the best Mom ever.” I will treasure that moment forever. Not only because it was a great moment, but because all I ever wanted from my Mom was for her to let me make my own decisions and be happy for me instead of always criticizing and telling me what to do. It will never happen because she passed away years ago, but I always wanted to be sure and be that Mom for my daughters.

E. Dot, Person

I adore the sweet bed time conversations I have with my 2 1/2 year old boy. When I remember, I write some of these conversations down so I can read them when I’m dealing with a diffacult day at work. I also plan on sharing them with him when he’s an older kid who’s too cool to talk to his mom.

B “mama, are you magic?”

Me “Well, do you think I’m magic”

B “yes mama I think you are”

Me “that makes me smile my love”

B “mama, can I dream about you?”

Me “of course, if that makes you happy”

B “After I sleep, I will wake up and I will be older and I will grow up and drive your car and you can sit in my seat and have the window down”

Me “yes, let’s do that”

B “Ok, you hold my foot and I will go to sleep.”

Tara Dudley Schoen, former Secretarial/Admin (2003-2008)

We were on vacation with my daughter, her husband and their 2 small girls. The youngest has really pretty thick hair but she hates it being combed. She was about 3 at the time, and my daughter was trying to comb her hair. E was giving her trouble and crying. I said Lyssee let mommy comb your hair, don’t you want to look pretty? She smiled and said, “Yes, Grammy pretty just like you.” I wanted to buy her a pony!

Sylvia Dohnert, Know that life is about lifing.

I have three lovely children, but memories of my youngest are freshest. One day when she was 6 and she was just learning to write, I was in a very hectic and stressful period at work and I came home to find a precariously spelled note that said: “Mom, I am going to do for you all that you need to do” – a thoughtful way of making me know that she wanted to take some weight off my shoulders. Two months ago, another stressful day, I’m dropping her off at school and she says: “Mom, you look very stressed. Tonight I’m going to give you some life coaching!”

For me , always wondering if I’ve been able to balance a full work load with time to make my children feel loved, these statements make me feel that in fact, we’re connected and that she’s very loving and perceptive.

Charlotte Best; former English Teacher, Retired

When my brother passed away in 2009, it sent me into a tailspin. His death was unexpected and heart-rending, and I really do not want to go into detail about it. Suffice it to say, for months I prayed that God would just let me take one step and then another and somehow get through each day.

Shortly after my brother’s death, my three-year-old grandson came for a visit and he could tell how distressed I was. While sitting on the living room floor looking at pictures of my brother, I could barely contain my tears. My grandson came very near to me, bent down and looked me in the eyes, and with the sweetest, most concerned voice said, “Do I make you happy, Mimi?” My response was, “Oh, yes, buddy. You make me very happy.”

In his child-like, innocent way he was trying to comfort me and take my mind off the pain I was feeling. I can still hear his precious voice.

Cyndi McReynolds, studied at School of Life

When my son was two years old, we were standing under an awning waiting for the rain to stop, so we could enjoy the rest of the day at the park, when the sun broke through the clouds and reflected off of the water on the roof of the building next door, turning the rain into a river of gold. Before I realized what I was doing, I found myself pointing at it and saying “Look at that. It’s so beautiful.”

My son asked me why it was beautiful, to which replied that I didn’t know. He looked up at me and said. “Yes you do. You’re my mommy. You know everything.” It was a beautiful thing for him to say, and sobering at the same time. It taught me the importance of letting him see that I was just as human as anyone else, and that I would always do what I could to help him find the answers he was looking for.

Mitt Siddhpura, studied at Pandit Deendayal Petroleum University, Gandhinagar

I have been asked many a times this question- “How can you stay so happy?”..

Yes, by my younger cousins, friends, juniors at school and college. I have always been this funny and a little hilarious guy and I always have this habit of smiling, cracking jokes and staying happy. 🙂

Ly Nguyen, Accountant

My 2 years old toddler walked close to me and all the sudden, bit my arm so hard. I was in pain and screamed at the same time, “Katie, let go of my arm!!!!”

She was terrified at my reaction and started to cry. I then asked her, “why did you bite mommy? Don’t you see the mark on my arm, it hurts me very much!”

To which she responded (kinda half crying), “but mommmyyy, it is a smiley face!”

AWWWW, it is one of the best mom moment ever for me. I want to laugh out loud but i can’t because i don’t want her to think that it is fun and let’s do it again, but i LOVE it so much 🙂

Debbie Peers-Smith

We were living in Ottawa about to move into our new home. It was winter and VERY cold. My nearly …

Srishti Pansari, Student

Actually not the lovliest thing but the most thoughtful thing a child has said to me was when i was going through the most difficult phase of my life. I was staying back in school where I met a junior in bus who was in class 2. I was quite sad that day because of my ex boyfriend. The boy asked me the reason so i just changed the topic and asked him his name etc. All of a sudden our bus passed by a hospital where his father was admitted and he told me about all the incidents. The way he used to control his tears seing his mother cry. I was suprised by the emotional strength of the boy and that was the day i decided i will never cry because of any small problem in my life. Sorry for any grammatical error.

Patrick Dieter

Shrishti: I am not of your culture, but I am a Human Being. I offer some suggestions here, and I …

Sarah Maggie Taylor

My daughter was watching me put on my makeup one day and she said, “Mommy, when I grow up I want to be just like you but smarter, prettier, funnier, I want to read more, cook better … “ . She elaborated for a while on all the things she was going to do better than me.

On the surface it doesn`t sound like a compliment at all. But, this is actually a wonderful thing to hear as a parent. I DO want my daughter to be just like me when she grows up … only better.

Jane Melvin, Founder (& road warrior) (2002-present)

“My mom is my coach,” said my four-year old, unprompted.

Anonymous

Ha it just happened yesterday she didn’t say but did.

My friend did video call to me. A cute little girl stays next to her home. She will be always in my friends home. So when we are talking she joined us. And I was talking to her she started kissing the screen and she was so excited. I was happy to see that sparkling eyes.

And as we continued she said she will come to meet me and get chips for me. Later when I greeted her good night she just showed me with plane kiss. And that made my day.

Neethu Sharma, Accept it or change it.

Hi

I have a baby boy. He is 2.9 yrs old. Recently he has started going to paly home. First few days he used to cry as other kids do.

On the second day of his play school he was crying saying “ Amma beku” ( Translation: I need my Mother)

His teacher asked him why do you want your mother we all are here to play with you and was convincing him.

His answer was “nange nan amma tumba ishta adke amma beku”

(Translation: I like my mom the most andhence I need her).

His teacher said me this when I went to recieve him. And he himself said tat he said these words while crying.

I was ao overwhelmed. I hugged him tight. I had smile and tears.

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