Tears of happiness

Meeting my son with his partner and 3yr old son at the airport when they arrived for little ones first visit to us in London. I couldn't speak for sobbing I was so happy to see them.

When DS who lives in America flew back for my 60th birthday and no one told me he was coming.
DD and MrA had organised a surprise party and I walked into the room full of family & friends and there was my beloved son.

When I hear the song "he ain't heavy, he's my brother" it makes me tearful to remember how my older son (OS) put his whole life on hold to help nurse my younger son (YS) back to health after a near fatal accident. Ten years later they are still extremely close and YS has named his baby after OS.

Hope you don't mind me commenting on your thread, im 37 with three sons aged 15, 13 and 4. I enjoy browsing gransnet as I don't have my mother in my life and somehow gransnet gives me a different insight to Mumsnet. My older boys were 11 and 9 when our youngest was born. They already doted on him before he was even born!. When my husband brought them to hospital to meet their new baby brother for the first time, when they clapped eyes on him they were both overwhelmed with love and pride and were in floods of tears with joy. Then my husband and I started crying with pride, joy and love. To this day they are like mother hens to him and absolutely adore him. It made me so proud as a mum.

MummyB.

MontanaGal - Thank you for the kind thought

Absentdaughter flew from New Zealand to London to be there for her grandmother's 90th birthday. We hadn't told my mother that she was coming and when we went to collect her at the airport, we told my Mum that I had to go to a meeting (I was still working then) and that Mr absent was driving me. That was, of course, true but not quite what we had suggested.

When we got back to the house, absentdaughter had to duck down in the car as my Mum was looking out the window. I walked into our sitting room and said, "Mum, you'll never guess who has come to celebrate your birthday". Then absendaughter walked into the room and three generations of women cried their hearts out. Such uncontrollable joy.

Thanks everyone for sharing your happy memories. I'm crying myself reading them.

I am crying too oldgoat - what wonderful stories. Thank you!

My son was 9 yrs old and had a beautiful boy soprano voice. He sang at my niece's wedding while they were signing the register. I shed tears of pride and joy. It really doesn't take much to set me off though, I'm a bit over sentimental.