Okay, maybe I'm being a wee bit cynical here, but tired cliches aren't going to make me feel any better, no matter how well meaning you are.
Perfect example of this was the kind of day a friend of mine had recently. I think she heard just about every 'it's going to be okay in the end' saying that existed. And you know what? The thing that finally put it into perspective for her was something her six year old said to her at the end of what was a really horrible day.
She knew it was going to be a bad day the minute she got up. Her new puppy had left a little present, right where she would put her feet down as she got out of bed (I know, eeewwww, right?). Next, there was no milk in the fridge to go in her coffee. But that was okay, because there was no coffee left (apparently hubby had finished both that morning).
After dropping her kids off a school, she ran over something in the road that caused a rather loud 'clunk' and then her car rolled to a stop. She did tell me what it was that happened (all I heard was 'yadda, yadda, yadda after a while - it was all mechanic tech speak), so after a phone call to roadside assistance and two hours later, her car was in being repaired and a friend had driven her to work.
And it only got worse. A document she had been working on was nowhere to be found on her computer - apparently the IT guys had done a complete reboot over night and hadn't informed anyone they were doing it, so the word document she had left open on her computer after she finished work yesterday got wiped (all I can say is 'save, save, save') so she had to start from scratch and try and remember what she had written (did I mention that it was due to her boss by the end of the day?). She had issues getting items printed, accidentally hung up on a very high profile client... it just went on and on.
So, understandably, by the time she got home for the day, all she wanted to do was go curl up in a corner, in the fetal position and cry. While sitting on the couch, and feeling pretty low, her six year old son, guessing that Mommy had had a pretty rough day, came up to her, gave her a hug and said 'You are doing a good job Mommy'.
And that was it - waterworks kicked in big time. Her poor son thought he had upset her and was saying 'sorry' when she grabbed him in a big bear hug and said 'It's okay honey, that's just what Mommy needed to hear'.
Sometimes you don't want to be told it's going to be okay. Sometimes you just need to know that you are doing a good job and that someone loves you no matter what.