Status about the happiness of being a mother. Beautiful statuses about babies! Parable in verse - What does it mean to be a mother

I recognize my happiness from a thousand... It looks at me with your eyes and calls me mom!

Seeing a young girl walking with her five-year-old daughter, who suddenly stopped and said to her mother: “I love you, mom!”, I realized that this was the greatest joy in the world!

“I’m so happy with you!” the wife said to her husband before going to bed. “I’m happy when you’re around!” the husband answered. Mom, you make it so difficult to sleep, I’m the only unhappy one in our family,” the baby muttered in his sleep.

How incredibly happy ordinary test stripes can make a person!

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A happy family differs from the rest in that the wife believes that money appears on its own. The husband is convinced that the food ends up in the refrigerator on its own. And the children are sure that storks brought them.

I feel the happiest when, in my sleep, I hear my husband lulling the baby to sleep with the words: “Quiet, don’t cry, don’t wake our mother.”

Now there are two of us, I will become a mother, my soul sings with happiness! I carry joy under my heart and my life is good!

Just being a mother is the main purpose for any woman!

In order to please their moms and dads, a child often has to renounce something important, including his dreams. But the sacrifice of parents is even greater - they are ready to give their life for the sake of their child...

A parent who tries to change his child without starting with himself is not just wasting his time, but is taking a very serious risk.

If the child suddenly becomes obedient, the mother gets scared - is she sick?

Children rarely misinterpret our words. They repeat with amazing precision what we should not have said.

When the baby is at home, the mother’s neck hurts, and when the baby is outside, her heart hurts.

You can only give birth to the ideal man yourself...

Children shame us when they behave in public the way we do at home.

If only parents could imagine how annoying they are to their children!

In ancient times, children were brought up on the classics of world literature. Now they read more VKontakte statuses.

If a man has a son, he becomes a father... And if he has a daughter, he becomes a daddy)

I would call children not the flowers of life, but the flowers of maternal torment. But a woman also cannot cope without children, especially when you are presented with a fait accompli.

The most expensive necklace on a woman’s neck is the arms of a child hugging her!

An unbreakable toy is a toy that a child can use to break all his other toys.

Your child needs your love most precisely when he deserves it least.

HAPPINESS splashed across the floor, Barefoot and without pants, My HAPPINESS is bare-bottomed, It’s thoughtless, It’s crazy and not quiet, It breaks here, it crushes there, There’s a kefir mustache above my lip... Here it is, running towards me!!!

You only really begin to worry about your boy when he closes the door behind him completely silently as he leaves.

Be yourself both a man and a child in order to teach the child.

Imitate the good even in your enemies, do not imitate the bad even in your parents.

First, our parents interfere with our lives, then our children, and only when our grandchildren appear do we understand that we have not lived our lives in vain.

The desire of all fathers is to fulfill in their sons what they themselves lack.

There is no greater joy for a woman than children. Men are nothing more than weakness for us. So once you relax, you will remain guaranteed joy for the rest of your life.

requiring no patience to obtain it.

Whatever one may say, life is much easier for children. When a child needs to solve their problem, they immediately run to their dad and start sneaking around. A couple of tears and it's done.

A little son asks his father: “Dad, dad! How much does it cost to get married?” Dad thought and replied: “You know, son, I still don’t know, because... still paying the price.”

Statuses about children and parents - Parents are the bone on which children sharpen their teeth.

Children are flowers, they also need a pot.

Children are holy and pure. You can’t make them a toy of your mood.

There is no hymn on earth more solemn than the babbling of children's lips.

The child is a mirror. Recognize yourself in it.

My parents bought yellow wallpaper for my room and are going to put bars on the windows. What is it for?

If a child is always visible but not heard, this is perfect child. But even he dreams of ideal parents, who are neither seen nor heard.

The only man I will run after will shout to me: “Catch up, mom!”

Childhood is when you go to bed with a toy and make the toy comfortable)))

Childhood is a time when you think you are an adult, and adults think you are a child. And at the same time, everyone is completely mistaken.

If your mother breaks a cup, it’s lucky, but if you break it, it’s your hands growing out of your butt.

If a woman has a man whom she loves more than life itself... then this man is her son!

Parents are so simple to use that even children can operate them.

A gentle face, every feature, a snub-nosed sniffling... Money, career - all this unimportant, important - sleeps nearby.

Children who are too obedient never achieve much.

There is nothing genuine left in the world. Except for the child's smile.

A child's happiness is measured by the size of a toy...?

The eyes sparkle, there are constant smiles on the face, loud laughter, conversations all day and night long. This is our happiness. Let's not give it to anyone :)

Let's try to be good parents, because our children look at us and want to grow up just like us.

Parent: a position that requires endless patience to perform, and not

They are the same, but their own mother will never confuse them!

When in childhood, our parents swore at us, we considered it rudeness, now we ourselves swear at our children and consider it education.

I have the best mother in the world, the best friends in the world, I have everything I need, isn’t that the name of happiness?

As a child, it seemed to me that adults were some kind of idiotic creatures. As an adult, I realized that I had made a mistake in the definition; they are absolute assholes.

As children, we spent any free time on the street, and our children meet outside the house only to exchange computer games.

Think before you do something bad. You have a child behind you who thinks you are a hero to him!

Fathers who have beautiful children believe in heredity most.

There is no one more confident in the sincerity of his love than a child.

Girls’ childhood: it’s when you leaf through your mother’s fashion magazine with your friends, and when you see beautiful model you say: “It’s me, it’s me!”

For many, happiness is two liters. And for many it’s only two grams. And for me, happiness is seeing my Mom smile!

A child is a creature that you carry within you for 9 months, in your arms for 3 years, and in your heart until you die.

Happiness cannot be bought. But he can be born!

The whole world around me suddenly changed on the day when I realized that the little man was not born from someone else! And I have! I am very happy!

Happy because I sing a lullaby, because little hands tangle my hair, because the meaning of life falls asleep in my arms, because I kiss my chubby cheek every evening... Happy... because - mother!

If you have ever seen the eyes of a happy pregnant woman, then you will agree with me that no diamonds can compare with the beautiful sparkle of these eyes.

Happinnes exists! I know him! I know the color of his eyes, his laugh... And it calls me Mom!

Soon the happiness we have been waiting for will appear... So small... with tiny arms, legs... And with your eyes...

Happiness is when you wake up and realize that you are not alone, that you have that very little man for whom you are ready to do anything, because you are his mother!

Happiness is when you come home and your child runs to you, hugs you, kisses you, and holds you tightly so that she doesn’t go anywhere.

Someday we will miss crumbs on the sofa, painted wallpaper and loud at 7 am: “Mommy, wake up!” The happiest time is now, while our children are with us, at arm's length, at a distance of a quiet “Where are you, baby?”, at a glance.

Words that can heal any mental wounds and restore faith in the best - “Mommy! I love you very, very much!” when your tiny treasure says them and hugs you tightly... there’s just a lump in my throat... Lord, thank you for giving me this happiness.

I really wanted you. I loved you even before you were born. I'm ready to die for you. I love being a mom.

The happiest girl is the one who has two names - Mom and Beloved.

My daughter and my son - they are everything to me: they are my life, my heart, my soul and the most important reason why am I breathing? I can't imagine life without them. I love my kids!

The greatest happiness is when tiny palms touch your cheeks, button eyes look at you with love, and the word “Mom!” sounds from small lips.

Happiness is when you wake up, and it’s not you who wakes up your beloved half with a kiss, but your children, who fly into your room shouting: “Stop sleeping!”, and begin to kiss and hug their beloved dad and mom.

There is someone in whose hands my heart is, whose smile brightens my whole day, whose laughter shines brighter than the sun for me, whose happiness makes me happy. This is my daughter.

Oh, I was thinking and wondering which births to tell about, but I still couldn’t decide... And I decided to write about how three moss babies were born.

I got pregnant at the age of 20, I was full of happiness! And yet, from the age of 14 I already dreamed of children, I always thought that I would have big family. I didn’t think about my future profession like my classmates; I was more worried about the question of when I would get married and have children. And so, when I got married and learned about my most interesting situation, I was very proud and incredibly happy! It was very difficult for me to walk, I didn’t get out of bed for 3 months from toxicosis, and then from weakness, because I didn’t eat anything, and if I managed to swallow something, it didn’t stay there for more than 5 minutes. I spent the whole day at home alone. Somehow I fell asleep, and I dreamed of my late father, he was standing in a white suit and stretching out his hands, but I didn’t come up - I was afraid. Here he says quietly: “Go!” Where do you “go”? Why "go"? I never asked, but I woke up covered in cold sweat. I was overcome with such fear, a terrible horror, I ran out of bed and ran outside, I don’t know where the strength came from. I jumped out and closed my eyes - it was summer, so warm, beautiful... I raised my head - the sky was so beautiful, soft blue, the sun was bright. I feel like I’m feeling bad, I made it to the bench, I’m sitting, enjoying myself, there are some sweet yellow apples at hand, in general, I’ve had a blast on apples for three months. Then I couldn’t get up, so I sat there until the evening, until my husband came.

We lived in Kazakhstan at that time, but I registered in Russia, from us to the city it’s an hour’s ride by train. Everyone predicted a boy for me, they say, your stomach is sharp and you eat meat, but I really only ate bananas, instant noodles and meat, I couldn’t look at everything else. I didn’t care who was born, as long as it was healthy! They couldn't see it on the ultrasound. I seemed to agree with everyone, but in my heart I felt the opposite. The doctors predicted a “caesarean section” for me, because... my pelvis was very narrow, for some reason I was afraid of surgery. Every day I convinced myself that I would give birth myself. Since I became pregnant, it means that I need to endure everything that is given to a woman from above.

I went through the seventh month with a “two fingers” opening, and at the end of the seventh month contractions began. Apparently, my body could not withstand such torture. At 12 at night I wake up my husband and say: “Let’s not sleep together.” He looked at me, of course, with eyes that weren’t very understanding, but he stood up. My beloved cat Vanka also woke up. If I lay down and sat on top of my stomach, I just knew that it hurt me a lot. I couldn't wait until 6 o'clock because... We couldn’t find a car to go and had to wait for the train. Closer to 6, we hobbled over to my mother, before we even got to the gate, she opened the door and said: “I woke up at night and couldn’t sleep, I immediately thought about you.” Here it is, a mother’s instinct, it works even in sleep.

She went with me, and I was so crushed on the train, everyone saw and understood, but that didn’t make me feel any better! The contractions are becoming more and more regular. What’s strange is that at the moment of peak, if a man passed by, I was ready to tear him to pieces. When I let go, I whispered to my mother: “Why the hell are they walking here!” The taxi took us to the hospital in about five minutes, I told my mother: “I won’t go until I eat.” I had such an appetite, I was ready to eat an elephant, my mother took me into the hospital cafeteria, I stuffed pies into my mouth, and said: “It’s time!”

They took me to the prenatal room, there was a girl lying on a drip, I periodically read such horror on her face that I forgot about my pain. I suffered for another hour, during which time I managed to unstick the washbasin from the tiles, I don’t understand how it happened, and rearranged the beds. And so I heard the first “kind” words of the midwife... But I didn’t pay attention to her, and didn’t see anyone at all... I was afraid to touch, slightly supporting my little daughter... She was lying on my stomach and so I gently sucked my mother’s milk... It’s such a feeling of euphoria, it’s impossible to put into words! I think all mommies will agree with me! I named my daughter Elvira. Now my joy is already great, and sometimes I get scared that a little more time will pass and she will become independent, go off to build her own life, become a mother herself... So sad and at the same time happy, but nothing can be done, this is life!

When my daughter turned 3 years old, I found out that I would become a mother again. This is a very great joy, this happiness when you are expecting a desired child... But this happiness can be taken away by soulless, callous people who, probably, are not given the opportunity to experience real motherhood!

It is generally accepted that happy and a strong family- this is necessarily a mother, father and one or more children. But, unfortunately, this formula is not always correct. And confirmation of this - a large number of childless couples who cannot have their own child.

Some women, after long and unsuccessful attempts to conceive a baby, calm down and even find positive aspects in the absence of children. But others believe that if you can’t give birth yourself, then there is nothing wrong with adopting a child.

That’s exactly what 44-year-old Victoria did.

Verdict - infertility

I grew up in a big and friendly family. There are four of us parents, I am the eldest. Therefore, I couldn’t even imagine how a family could live without children.

In my last year of college I married a very good man, who doted on me. There was only one thing that upset me: I couldn’t have a child. Already all my sisters, even the youngest, got married and gave birth. And it's still just the two of us.

I didn’t go to any doctors, I didn’t go to any healers. Almost all the money we earned went to hospitals and medicine. But there was no result.

When it finally became clear that I couldn’t get pregnant on my own, we were advised to use in vitro fertilization, in other words, IVF. This was, perhaps, the last straw and we grabbed it with our hands and feet.

And so it began: preparation, injections, egg retrieval, fertilization, embryo implantation. And waiting: it will take root or it will not take root. The first time, rejection happened at the very beginning. The second time I was pregnant for four months.

After my second miscarriage I had breakdown. I sat all day long, staring at one point, stopped taking care of myself, and became very fat. The doctors suggested that we try again. But here my husband could no longer stand it. And after six years life together I was left completely alone.

Child "from other people"

I don’t know how I would have survived this nightmare if it weren’t for my mother. She moved in with me and tried her best to bring me back to normal life. And when she succeeded a little, she said:

“If God did not give you a child through the womb, then he wants you to take it from other people.”

And I seriously thought about adopting a baby. First of all, I went online. And there are a lot of horror stories about how in orphanages there are only children of alcoholics, drug addicts and sick people. And stories about how the child was taken and then returned back. I hesitated for a long time, and then decided:

“It’s impossible that I won’t cope with any “legacy.”

And she began collecting documents for adoption. It took me six months to go through the authorities and collect certificates. I had to buy a separate briefcase for the papers, because they no longer fit in the folder.

And now everything is behind us. And my mother, sister and friend and I are standing in the lobby of the orphanage and waiting to meet with the manager. And next to us are ten bags with gifts and treats for the children.

And in the office the manager, after a detailed conversation, suddenly unexpectedly says:

“And you know, we have one girl - a copy of you. Would you like me to introduce you?”

And the teacher starts small miracle: legs, arms - sticks, on a thin face - only little eyes. And a mop of red curls. Well, exactly like it was in my childhood.

“This is our Sonechka. She is 2.5 years old." - says the manager. "And this..."

But the little girl doesn’t listen, but rushes to me:

“Have you come to be my mother? Will you give me a cookie?”

And everyone who was in the office could not help but cry.

I am the happiest mother

This year my Sonechka graduated from fourth grade. And on her report card she only has 4 and 5. And my girl also studies at a dance studio and takes vocal lessons from a professor from the conservatory. Because she seriously dreams of becoming an artist.

Sonya and I often look at old family photos. And every time I am surprised how much she looks like me at the same age. The same red curls, the same freckles, the same eyes.

And I never tire of thanking God and my destiny for giving me the joy of motherhood. Because I am the most happy mom in the world!

I became a mother - statuses about motherhood - You are a Mom! Is this a lot or a little? You are Mom! Is this happiness or a cross? And it’s impossible to start all over again; you pray for what is. You are the whole world, you are the rebirth of life, and you would like to hug the whole world. You are Mom, Mom! No one can take this pleasure away from you!!!

All the joy of life fits in the smile of a child!

Motherhood is a job, the pay for which is happiness.

Being a mother is not just a job, being a mother is not just a dream... God entrusted me with becoming the closest to someone for a reason...

I move without noise, I see in the dark, I hear from afar, I can stay awake for days... Am I a ninja? No, I am MOTHER!!!

Happiness for a mother is the smile of a baby that she carried under her heart for months. The first word and the first step when my son falls asleep in my arms. Her happiness cannot be measured in years, happiness for a woman is simply being a mother!!!

Being a mother is the most enjoyable job! Salaries are paid with kisses.

I became a mother! - I have long imagined how I would say this phrase. Just three words, but so much meaning. Now I just need to raise a person - and I will be happy.

It's good to be a mother, you always know exactly what you want... SLEEP!

The greatest reward from fate is MOTHERHOOD!

Night is mom's personal time! Do what you want! You can finish your morning tea, go to the toilet and comb your hair!

I AM A MOTHER! And this is the most important status in my life!

If you, frozen at night, instead of pulling the blanket over yourself, go and check if your miracle is frozen - you are a mother!

How magical and wonderful it is to simply be a MOTHER! These legs, these hands... how can you not love them!

I have an Angel and his name is Son. My son has security and his protection is Mom!

Why does the horse get tired, but the mother doesn’t? Because mom is not a horse!

Children are joy, children are happiness, children are a fresh breeze in life. They cannot be earned, this is not a reward, God gives them to us by grace.

I pour some coffee, take out a chocolate bar, take my favorite book and lock myself in the kitchen for half an hour. - Mom, what are you doing there? - Children, don’t interfere, I’m doing a good job for you...

Motherhood is like a mortgage: once you get it, it’s for life.

Previously, when I heard the hysterical crying of a child at the neighbors, I thought they were cutting him off, but now I realized that it was just: “a toy fell”, “I want to eat”, “they are putting on a hat”, “they kicked me out of the toilet without allowing me to finish cleaning it”. the walls are covered with brush,” or “they won’t give my mother’s phone number.”

When a child appears in the house, silence, peace, order, money leave it... And HAPPINESS comes!

The most beautiful and sincere thing is in the smile of a newborn child.

Mom looks at her daughter and tries to get used to her happiness. But how can one get used to it, to such happiness? Now this is a surprise for the rest of my life: I am the mother of a daughter.

Even the pangs of pregnancy, childbirth and other things cannot overshadow those moments of happiness when you look at this little creature and realize that this is your child!

How wonderful it is to be a mother and look into children’s eyes, hold your miracle in your arms and hear the sonorous laughter of children!

I will kiss the warm belly and chubby cheeks again! Here is my favorite little one! The happiest mother is with you!

How unimportant everything around you becomes - money, career, envy, clothes, cars... when a little treasure is quietly snoring next to you!

Nine months of “marathon” are nothing compared to your prize.

What is the sweetest candy in the world? Sugar - I could once answer. Honey, marmalade, pastille and sherbet. Only now did I understand the answer. Our own baby - the smell of the top of the head that remains on our pillow, tender fingers and nails, butt, knees and elbows.