Laura Mazza runs the blog called “The Mum on the Run.”

The mom of three writes about daily life, from all things beauty to the highs and lows of motherhood. However, it was something her husband wrote for her blog that is grabbing people’s attention.

Shared alongside a blurry photo of Mazza sick in bed with the stomach flu were the words her husband wrote about the three days Mazza was laid up with the flu.

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My husband has always been quite poetic and writes lovely things, always has, since we first started dating. He sent me this last week as I spent three days in bed with gastro (stomach flu) and gave me permission to post. He is really hands on, so this was amazing to hear ? “I have always thought your job as a mum is important. I’ve never doubted how much you do. But I underestimated it. For 5 years you’ve never left the kids to cry. You never want them to be alone. I also know now that even if you start in bed with me, you end up in Luca’s bed anyway which is not sleeping by the way. That kid kicked me in the balls at least 18 times. You are the most selfless person I know. How do you do that every night? I don’t think I’m a hopeless cook, but the kids got kfc and maccas every night because it’s hard to watch them and make dinner. Ok I lied maybe I’m a hopeless cook. I do know that we literally went to nothing in the house and the fridge was empty. Even between your vomits you tried to get up and do stuff and clean. I did say i wanted you to rest but mostly I wanted it to not spread. At one point though I felt like it would have been easier to have gastro then try and clean with the kids and basically be you for a few days. I believed you when you said James was clingy, but that kid isn’t just like Velcro, he is super glue. I had to hold him and do things with one hand while Sofia turned into the devil and Luca didn’t listen to me. I did that wild scream you did. I know where it comes from now. I was you for 48 hours and now I understand why you lock the door at night to have that shower. I’m exhausted. You are a good mother my beautiful wife. Never doubt yourself. And I even took a photo of you see?“ See ladies? All you need to do is get horrible gastro and then they’ll get it. Sometimes I think the romance is dead because we are too busy loving our kids, but know they’re always thinking that they couldn’t do it without us. Shout out to single mums and dads too. X #motherhood #motherhoodunplugged #mumlife

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Mazza prefaced her husband’s words by saying:

My husband has always been quite poetic and writes lovely things, always has, since we first started dating. He sent me this last week as I spent three days in bed with gastro (stomach flu) and gave me permission to post. He is really hands-on, so this was amazing to hear…

Mazza’s husband admitted that he quickly realized how much he underestimated her role as a mom while he became the sole caregiver for their children while she was sick in bed.

He continued:

I have always thought your job as a mum is important. I’ve never doubted how much you do. But I underestimated it.

For 5 years you’ve never left the kids to cry. You never want them to be alone. I also know now that even if you start in bed with me, you end up in Luca’s bed anyway which is not sleeping by the way. That kid kicked me in the balls at least 18 times. You are the most selfless person I know. How do you do that every night?

Mazza’s husband then went on to list all the things his wife is able to do, but he couldn’t:

I don’t think I’m a hopeless cook, but the kids got kfc and maccas every night because it’s hard to watch them and make dinner. Ok I lied maybe I’m a hopeless cook. I do know that we literally went to nothing in the house and the fridge was empty.

Even between your vomits you tried to get up and do stuff and clean. I did say i wanted you to rest but mostly I wanted it to not spread. At one point though I felt like it would have been easier to have gastro then try and clean with the kids and basically be you for a few days.

I believed you when you said James was clingy, but that kid isn’t just like Velcro, he is super glue. I had to hold him and do things with one hand while Sofia turned into the devil and Luca didn’t listen to me. I did that wild scream you did. I know where it comes from now.

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I remember when I was in the office of a mother baby unit, the two psychiatrists said I had postnatal depression and anxiety, and even possibly psychosis. I remember it especially well, because it was the first time my husband was hearing it. Really hearing it. I saw his face fall. His eyes became glassy. And his head fell into his hands. He didn’t know what it was. Why he lost his wife, the person she was. He didn’t know why when I asked him to stay and help me instead of going out, I’d change my mind and tell him to just go, because I felt guilty, only to curse him when he left…and fight with him, telling him he didn’t give a shit about me. Making the wedge between us thicker. He didn’t understand why when he said everything was okay, that I didn’t believe him. That when he said I was a good mother, I didn’t believe him. That when he said he loved me, I didn’t believe him. So many women don’t know how to tell their partners that they are suffering. Some don’t even know what they are suffering in order to explain it to them. But the candle has burnt out and there’s a sadness and anger in her that makes it look like she’s become a nagging bitch. But it isn’t that. It’s a world of pain. My husband listened to that psychiatrist. He took in every word. They told him he had to get up every night and help me sleep. They told him he had to help more, even if I said not to. That this is serious, and that without his support, I wouldn’t make it. He took in every word. He got up overnight. Sometimes I didn’t even have a chance to leave the bed. He helped more, he did more, more than me. He took it serious, and he supported me. Every time I doubted myself, or my ability to be loved because I felt broken, he reminded me of all the reasons why I am loved and glued my pieces back together. It isn’t easy living with someone with depression, or anxiety. It’s hard. But without him, I wouldn’t make it. If your partner is suffering, I know it’s hard, but you can be the hero that she needs. Help her more, get up at night, help her sleep. No sleep means more anxiety, it is horrible. Text her or call her and ask her how she is doing. Listen to her. More in comments x

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Her husband concluded:

I was you for 48 hours and now I understand why you lock the door at night to have that shower. I’m exhausted. You are a good mother my beautiful wife. Never doubt yourself. And I even took a photo of you see?“

Many of Mazza’s followers praised her husband for his “beautiful words.” As one commenter wrote, “What e-v-e-r-y mom wants to hear, that you are firstly not effing insane, that they understand why you do the scream, or just lose your sh*t and that you are appreciated more than anything. Loved this post so much!”

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