went grocery shopping with my son today and a kind elderly man, an employee, came up to me and said "we're giving out samples of snacks for small children, would your little one like to try some?"
I said sure and followed him back to his table, he gave my son a cup of crackers. He asked me if I had other children and I said yeah, I have a daughter that's at preschool, and a third on the way. He genuinely looked elated, congratulated me. He told me about his upbringing in small town Kansas, how when/where he was growing up having 6+ kids was the norm, how he misses seeing big families. I told him my wife and I want a big family some day and he just smiled and looked at me, said "You're doing good, you're doing the right thing, don't listen to anyone else. Children are a blessing and God will provide for you." I stood there and gladly listened to him talk about his childhood for a while, and he again reminded me to trust in God.
I know it sounds cheesy but that was a genuine whitepill. Sometimes you need encouragement like that. Very human moment.