I used to get so frustrated when I would cook a nice meal and my kids complained about it.
I would feel defeated if Ryan had other things on his mind when he got home from work and forgot to mention how clean the house looked.
I felt hurt if I did something nice for someone and they didn't seem to appreciate it with as much gusto and praise as I was hoping they would.
Then one day I realized that I am the best person to praise me when I do something awesome. I don't have to wait for others to do it for me.
"Good job on getting the laundry all folded, Sara. You are a rock star!"
"Dinner was healthy AND delicious (even though the kids hated it). You go girl!"
"Today was a hard day and you did the best you could. Way to go, mama!"
It sounds a little cooky talking to myself that way sometimes, but it totally works.
And if no one else happens to notice all the great things I managed to accomplish (because, you know, their world doesn't ALWAYS revolve around ME), I noticed.
And I complimented me.
Any other kind words are just icing on the cake.