Being a mother - poetry. Poems dedicated to my mother and sister I became the happiest mother
Being a mother is not just a job,
Being a mother is not just a dream...
Become the closest to someone
God trusted me with a reason...
And I accepted it as a reward
A priceless gift from heaven.
And mom doesn’t need it to be happy
No fur coats, no rings, no miracles...
After all, the most important miracle is
A child born into the world...
Toys, animals everywhere
And Happiness laughs back...
Being a mother is not an easy task,
But every woman has talent
Go through life practice boldly
And grow your Diamond...
More beautiful than spring sunrises -
The smile of trusting eyes...
A sign of true love -
The child born to you...
Being a mother is earthly happiness!
All troubles run away from the threshold,
When he falls asleep with me,
Pressing your cheek, son...
Samarina Irina
Being a mother is not an easy job:
Fatigue, responsibility, a lot of worries...
Diapers, potties, vests, illnesses,
Broken knees, cartoons together...
Now there is no peace - life with “sweat and blood”
After all, you are responsible for life and health!
But... I forget everything and I just melt,
Only in a child’s voice will I hear “MOM”!
Being a mom and dad is not an easy thing,
Approach it with soul and skill!
Praise your child for everything, take care of him,
Give toys, water, feed!
You won't be able to sleep on a moonlit night,
Try to get some sleep sometimes:
Sleep at dinner, while washing diapers,
Sleep while your wonderful baby sleeps!
Let your little one grow up in a wonderful fairy tale,
In the land of rattles and mother's songs,
In the country of good books, funny toys,
In the country of the most faithful friends and girlfriends!
And may your son grow up soon,
Let him be a support for his mother in the household,
Let him and dad take care of men's affairs:
Repairing, adjusting, football, car,
May your son be fair and kind,
Happy, cheerful, rich, healthy,
After all, the most important miracle in the world is
When suddenly children appear in the family!
Being a woman is wonderful
And a doubly beautiful woman!!
Being a mother of a child is happiness!
And the mother of a handsome man - three times!!!
I was lucky enough to have the big eyes, the living one,
With the top of my head smelling like a vanilla pretzel,
With the most tender little hands and lips,
And a mischievous, cheerful crest.
Unaccustomed baby to the crib
He hugs his mother so sweetly at night,
And no matter how much you rock her,
One doesn't sleep and won't let me go.
Someone was lucky with a comfortable baby -
He eats according to the schedule and asks for a pacifier.
And we feel good together even without a regime:
We eat tityu and wear slugs!
Wonderful motherhood experience
it is given to a woman to be a mother,
unity of love and wisdom
enclosed in her soul.
She warms with care
your beloved child,
and even protects in thoughts,
sometimes forgetting about myself.
You will see happiness in her eyes,
and your heart suddenly stops for a moment,
when the blood is dear
he will walk with his own legs.
Giving all the tenderness, affection,
and without sparing mental strength,
she takes care of the child
and decorates his world.
Mom's happiness is in little hands,
in cheeks and lips, scarlet as a poppy,
mother's happiness in the first words,
and in the little one’s first steps,
mother's happiness in a teddy bear,
in a porridge plate, fairy tales, poems,
mother's happiness is in the first pranks,
and at the crib on sleepless nights!
There is no greater desire of mothers,
What a joy it is to watch your children!
And do we need to hide about this?
What can everyone give for this?
Give it away! And protect yourself from evil!
And with the Heart! And Reason! And Soul!
There is nothing more valuable in this World
For every Mother than her Children!
Mothers have a sacred position in the world -
Pray for gifted children.
And day and night in the invisible ether
The prayers of our mothers are heard.
One will fall silent, the other will echo her.
Night will replace day, and night will come again.
But mothers' prayers never cease
Behind dear son or daughter.
The Lord listens to the prayers of mothers,
He loves them more than we love them.
Mother never tires of praying
About children who have not yet been saved.
There is time for everything, but while we are alive,
We must pray and cry out to God.
There is an unearthly power hidden in prayer,
When their mother whispers them with tears.
How quiet. The birds have fallen silent in the yard,
Everyone had already gone to bed a long time ago.
I bowed down to pray in front of the window
My dear loving mother...
There is a miracle of miracles in the world,
And the miracle is called motherhood!
Angels descend from heaven
Uniting with your baby!
The day begins with happiness,
Happiness arose before everyone else!
Happiness smiles at mom
Turning the smile into laughter.
Happiness splashed across the floor,
Barefoot and without pants,
My happiness is bare-bottomed,
It's foolish
Shabutnoe and restless,
It breaks here, it destroys there,
Above the lip there is a kefir mustache,
Here it is running towards me!
The day is passing. There are blue shadows in the corners.
The rosy edges of the clouds are turning pale.
To me, like a little bear, on your knees
My girl is climbing.
I take her, touch her thin neck,
I push my hair back from my forehead.
She laughs carefree, loudly,
She is with me, fate protect her!
It's not easy in times like these
And a lot of life has been burned to the ground...
I never thought that children
They bring so much peace and warmth.
I am a mother. Is this a lot or a little?
I am a mother. Is this happiness or a cross?
And it is impossible to start everything from the beginning.
And now I pray for everything that is:
For crying at night, for milk, diapers,
For the first step, for the first words.
For all children, for every child.
I am a mother! And therefore right.
I am the whole world. I am the rebirth of life.
And I would like to hug the whole world.
I am a mother.
Mother! This is pleasure.
No one can take it away from me.
When I wasn't a mother,
I could sleep whenever I wanted.
And she lived as she wanted.
Nobody pooped every now and then
Didn't pull me, didn't chew me,
Didn't pound all over my body.
And brush your teeth every day
It was simple and not lazy for me.
When I wasn't a mother,
Didn't trip over toys.
And she didn’t sigh at the table,
When mugs flew to the floor.
And lullaby words
I didn't look for it from my friend.
It didn’t fit, suddenly, in the midst of the bustle:
“Are the flowers poisonous?”
When I wasn't a mother,
I didn’t know about vaccinations.
And I could think soberly.
And she didn’t protect anyone’s sleep.
And I didn’t sleep by the crib,
Cover yourself lightly with a blanket.
And it didn’t fly straight into a dream:
“Oh, Lord, how is He?!”
When I wasn't a mother
So they couldn't scratch the heart
Suddenly drowned eyes,
Just about, from which tears will drip,
We've gathered, already. And I'm with them
I'm ready to cry myself.
At that moment nothing is needed
If only the pain would take him away.
When I wasn't a mother,
I haven't felt it so deeply
All the significance of my self,
It's like starting life over again.
And so much light and warmth
My soul did not exude.
No one could explain to me
That I can love THIS way!
Little children - Just angels!
Sweet heels, chubby cheeks.
First words, sweet smiles,
timid steps, glorious little ones!
Fluffy hairs, pearly teeth,
snub noses, plump bellies.
Small fingers, tiny nails.
Girls and boys are so good!
All our lapules are the best, beloved.
That makes us the happiest mothers!!!
Life forced me to be strong.
My strength and happiness are in my children.
I proudly bear my name - MOTHER!
The most beautiful thing in the world!
I'm happy that I have a daughter
How dear are my nose, eyes, cheeks?
And the voice that speaks loudly
Words... but he pronounces them clumsily,
Learning such a science is not easy.
Walk, my love, through this life boldly,
And mom will be next to you
Always! Dear, no matter what happens,
You know who's rooting for you.
Since you, daughter, appeared
I live, loving you every moment.
And we shouldn’t be angry with our father,
Even though he didn’t see you or know you.
Happiness should be shared by three,
Yes, your dad didn’t take his share.
I'm happy that I have a daughter
The baby is wonderful, a bundle of love.
How dear are my nose, eyes, cheeks...
We share this happiness between two.
I gave birth to children
They told me I was stupid!
No career later
No face, no figure...
Live for yourself -
The girlfriends said -
What do you see?
Diapers, potties and toys.
Maybe they're right?
Didn't get enough sleep. Did not have time.
Did not go. Did not go,
Even though I really wanted...
I gave birth to children -
They told me a lot.
And now I understand:
I walked the right path.
There is a wonderful
There's a lot in the world
But the best thing is the children.
Everything is forgotten -
Mayata, vanity...
Forever remains
Only children's warmth!!!
To be the best mother
Love, spring and heartbeat...
Finding out that you will suddenly become a mother...
Anxiety, childbirth, the first cry...
And these tears for two...
And thousands of sleepless nights,
And the word MOTHER... this is the word!...
And the first step, and the first “smack”
And get up again! And so again!…
The warmth of your palms on your cheeks...
A toy in little hands...
AND kindergarten...and a sequined dress...
And the dance of little birches...
A broken nose... a downcast look...
“Ma, it’s Vaska’s fault!”
Want to cry, endure...
And forbid wanting to cry...
And first class, swimming pool, cinema...
Window on our street...
Dirty kitten from the yard
What did the daughter bring to the house...
And again dental treatment...
And again there is blood on my knees...
Again to regret, to love...to love...
And to be the best mother...
Lessons, books, miracles...
A wasp flew into the window...
Doubts... first love...
And again close... again and again...
Find the diary by accident... hide...
Understand again, don’t cry again...
Last bell, graduation,
And a nose decorated with “spring”...
Friends, work, Internet...
And there is no time for mom...
One day suddenly hear this:
“I don’t need your advice”...
Be offended, accept, cry...
And again lay the tablecloth for the holiday...
And live... And wait from afar
The sound of a phone ringing...
Sniffles in his sleep, sucks a pacifier,
So pretty, baby.
Grows, changes, matures.
When I kiss you, you just feel melancholy.
Give birth, women, children,
May there be many of these days
When we are so happy with them,
And we follow on their heels,
So that they don’t eat the crumbs from the floor,
So that you don't twist your leg.
I can’t describe all my feelings,
I want to tell you again -
Give birth, women, children
And the world will seem brighter.
And it doesn’t matter that it will be difficult,
But it's still very strange
When he presses his cheek to you
A child, and he is only yours.
Carry your children in your arms!
Cause this moment won't last long
And it won’t happen again.
They are getting older.
Carry your children in your arms!
It's very, very important to them.
They feel warm in their arms, not afraid
During the very first days.
Carry your children in your arms!
Give each other love like this
And don’t ruin your feelings. Coarseness
It will only make hearts hard.
Carry your children in your arms!
It's hard to spoil with love,
And the opinion about this is false
Carry it in your arms! Be brave!
Carry your children in your arms!
While they need you like air,
Before it's too late.
You hold out your little hands to me,
Your eyes are shining. Like the stars above.
You tell me: “Mom” - and there are no more beautiful words,
Your eyes shine, giving a wonderful light.
I’ll take your palms and press them to my cheeks,
My dear baby, I won’t give you up.
Time and distance will not separate us,
I ask you to not forget my love and tenderness.
My autumn flower, my golden ray,
You are like a thread of salvation, my unearthly angel.
You be my hope, you be my dream
Be as gentle as you are, always be with me.
Now I know exactly what happiness is!
It seems to me that I have always been waiting for you...
As soon as I look at you, I’ll forget all the bad weather!
You are my angel, my dear!
And how nice, God, the simple word “mother”
And these feelings are difficult to express in words...
And a day with you is never enough for us,
We can laugh and play endlessly...
I will kiss you all from head to toe:
All the tiny fingers and every curl...
How everyone scolds me for spoiling you,
But I can’t help but spoil such a doll!
God sent you to me so that I could understand everything:
Why was I given life and a sea of trials...
I am incredibly grateful to heaven for you
You are the most cherished of all my desires!
I allowed myself a lot:
Sleep for a long time, even though I’m not tired,
Get ready spontaneously for the road,
Apply makeup, brush teeth,
Maintain a routine in the apartment
Don't answer questions rudely
And follow the curiosities in the world.
Until the moment I became a mother,
I didn’t learn the words to lullabies,
I didn't want to sleep all the time,
I didn't like white bunnies
I didn't think about injections
And that flowers are poisonous
And about what is a meter from the floor
All outlets must be covered.
Until the moment I became a mother,
Who could crap on my dress,
Spit on, chew on inhumanely,
Treasure documents from the bank?
I vomited the purity of meditation
And slept very soundly at night
And no one lectured me,
Kohl wanted to eat cake or candy.
Until the moment I became a mother,
I didn’t hold the child
So that he does not toss and turn zealously,
From any diaper coming out.
I never sat at night,
Protecting the sweet baby's sleep.
I didn’t look blankly at the white sheet,
Mistaking it for a children's book.
Until the moment I became a mother,
I didn’t look into children’s eyes,
I wasn't drunk with joy
Remembering forgotten fairy tales.
I never just held it like that
The creature that is called a child.
And she didn’t run from the kitchen to him -
What if he falls there and breaks?!
Until the moment I became a mother,
The mother's feelings were hidden.
And I would never have known about them,
And the problems would be buried.
Warmth, pain, love, amazement,
Rejoicing with every award.
Sadness and joy, as well as doubts
And the questions - “Is this necessary?”
Until the moment I became a mother,
I rarely heard about illnesses,
I didn’t think much about other people’s pain,
At least she was normal, not a flirt.
I only read about the love of mothers,
That it is without boundaries, limitless.
But I didn’t know even a little bit
What I had to experience in practice.
Before I became a grandmother...
I didn't know what all the sensations were
What did I go through when I was a mother,
They will only double as a reflection.
Because the lump is squeaking:
Cap, pacifier, envelope and diaper
You will see alive, real
In the arms of a NATIVE child.
For everyone, happiness is something different...
For some, wealth, for others, housing,
For some it’s work, for others it’s Europe.
In my opinion, happiness is something more.
The baby with daddy's ears
Beloved glance on the next pillow,
Health of family and loved ones hugs.
This is my real happiness!
Why care about someone for many years,
Sharpen his prickly nose with a pencil,
Hide a bag of sweets from him on the shelf,
And cut your bangs? Then knit a funny ponytail.
Why stay awake and worry at night;
And touch your forehead with lips compressed to the point of pain;
Either drink drops and always grumble at him;
Should I tell him: “Don’t be afraid, I’m with you...”?
For what? How stupid, but I don’t know the answer.
I'm like a slave in his ridiculous and complete power.
And this little master is my life...
My child. My unexpected happiness.
Having given birth to a child, you experience anxiety:
The world of a baby is so vulnerable and subtle...
And my heart began to stir like a hedgehog,
Sixth sense - is the child breathing?..
There is a time for uncontrollable sleep,
Peace and bliss emanate from the diapers,
Everything in the world is asleep. And I'm the only one
I listen: is the child breathing?
I catch his breath on my hand,
The chest sways easily...
In someone else's bed, in a distant place,
I hear a grown baby breathing.
The soul string is stretched,
Eardrum membranes,
My life was given to me for this:
I listen to my child breathe.
Hear the word "mom"
Know that you are needed -
This is the essence of happiness,
The meaning of life.
I can't stop looking at you
To your creation,
This life is complicated
You are my salvation!
It’s hard for a young mother to live in the world:
The child does not want to eat delicious semolina porridge,
Wakes you up in the middle of the night, breaks cups,
Shreds important pieces of paper,
Tears the curtains, puts pills in his mouth,
And yesterday I fell off my stool onto the floor!
He plays all day, is fed, dressed, drunk,
And at the same time he is always dissatisfied with something!
...Who is sowing oatmeal flakes in the kitchen?!
Now I’ll bark and hit you in the butt!!!
It’s hard for a small bummer to live in the world:
They spank the butt, tickle the belly,
They take away the forks, wipe away the snot,
They put on boots so that they can stomp their feet,
They feed them semolina porridge, put them on a potty...
And it seems like they don’t respect us at all -
They don’t take you in your arms (ten kilos in total)
They run off to work early in the morning,
They don't let you touch the computer's cords...
...Now I’ll wince, and then I’ll cry...
It's hard for dad to live in the world too
For dinner we only get leftover porridge.
New shoes in finger paints,
Instead of documents, the case contains two typewriters.
The laptop is chewed, I can’t hear through the phone
Because baby they were knocking on the lids.
On weekends, instead of beer with barbecue
For three hours with a stroller, I kneaded the dirt with my feet.
You work hard at work, you work twice as hard at home,
Who will say thank you? What it is?
Now I’ll be offended, I’ll start a scandal
So that at least someone gives it its due!
Happiness for a mother is a baby's smile,
What I carried under my heart for months.
The first word and the first step,
When a baby falls asleep in your arms.
Happiness cannot be measured in years,
Happiness for a woman is simply to be a mother!
I thought I was businesslike
Before I became a mother.
I thought I had time to do everything
Before I became a mother.
And I believed: knowledge is power,
Before I became a mother.
I could hardly bear the whims
Before I became a mother.
I thought I knew tiredness
Before I became a mother.
But what happened to me?
As soon as I became a mother?
Strollers,
Unrest and shocks,
Smiles-whims,
Every day there are surprises,
Diapers and ironing,
Purees and porridges,
Sleepless nights,
I really want to sleep.
A little out of order -
And that's it, heart in heels.
I'm patching up the holes
The clumsiness itself -
Completely clueless
All over again.
Goodbye makeup
And south beach
And it became a rest
Walk two blocks.
But the days have flown by
We've grown up a little.
Running along the path
Growing legs.
Before kindergarten.
Well, what else do you need?
Forget yourself? Take cover?
Get drunk with a friend?
Go to the sea
Know no more "grief"
Until retirement itself.
No. Became a mother again.
Looks like I'm hooked
For mom's business!
What is the sweetest candy in the world?
Sugar - I could once answer.
Honey, marmalade, pastille... and sherbet...
Only now I understood the answer -
A dear child - the smell of the top of the head,
What remains on our pillow,
Tender fingers... and marigolds -
Ass, knees... and elbows...
What is the most bitter bitterness in the world?
Mustard - I could once answer...
Radish and vinegar... wormwood and quinine...
Well, now there is only one answer:
Trembling lips - crying is on the way
This is what makes my heart go...
The most bitterness - a native child -
Eyes full of tears and resentment...
Losing love, looking for love...
Why should I play hide and seek with her?
Without searching it is clear and without words -
My love is snoring in her crib...
How cool it is to be a mother of two boys!
(And this is clear to anyone without words)
And instead of congratulating you,
let me tell you a little about this.
There are fluffy dresses and braids to the toes
God gave you two boys.
Cleaned it, washed it: and now it’s like new.
So, go in from the flank and hit with artillery.
(If you don’t know what it is, ask your sons).
You will learn all car brands with them,
And all types of their tires will become larger.
They will grow up and enlighten you,
How the starter, cardan and jack work.
Without them you might not know anything
Why do you need a jigsaw? Really kiss?
Bearings - what are they? Something with spikes?
Diapers, vests, bottles and mixtures,
Life for mothers is not boring, but even very fun,
Let us not sleep at night and often get tired,
The most important thing in the world for us is family and home.
We won’t exchange them for clubs and parties,
After all, our happiness lies in our children! We know that for sure!
For mom's joy, for dad's reward
You have appeared, a joyful heir.
Dear, foolish, button-eyed -
You get all the attention, care and affection.
Grow up, please your mother with excellent health,
And everything else will certainly come.
Weak hands need to accomplish a lot,
And a steep road awaits your feet in life.
Not everything will be easy - you have to get lost,
After all, dad and mom will always be there.
You will grow up generous with affection, participation,
For the joy of the family, for the happiness of mom and dad.
For women's happiness I need a little...
Let the morning knock on the window with joy,
My beloved husband's breath is nearby,
Well, in general, I don’t need much to be happy.
I want the children to have good luck,
Everything is fine with them - that means I’m happy.
And let the house avoid bad weather,
I don’t need much to be completely happy!!!
What is happiness? With such a simple question
Perhaps more than one philosopher has asked this question.
But in fact, happiness is simple.
It starts with half a meter of height.
These are vests, booties and a bib,
A brand new described mother's sundress.
Torn tights, knocked knees,
These are the walls painted in the corridor.
Happiness is soft warm palms,
There are candy wrappers behind the sofa, crumbs on the sofa.
This is a whole heap of broken toys,
It's a constant rattle of rattles.
Happiness is barefoot heels on the floor.
A thermometer under the arm, tears and injections.
Abrasions and wounds, bruises on the forehead,
Is this permanent? but why?
Happiness is a sled, a snowman and a slide.
A small candle on a huge cake.
This endless "Read me a story"
These are daily Piggy and Stepashka.
This is a warm nose from under the blanket,
Bunny on the pillow, blue pajamas.
Splashes all over the bathroom, foam on the floor.
Puppet theater, matinee in the garden.
What is happiness? There is no simpler answer.
Everyone has it - these are our children!
Your hand is on my cheek
Only I will reveal the secrets of the world.
Your sweet dream, which is dear to me,
I protect even from specks of dust.
All my love is in your palm,
All thoughts, feelings, all my desires.
Sleep, my Little Lump, I am always with you...
After all, you are my Angel, and I am just Mom.
The cheerful laughter of the children can be heard everywhere.
Along the narrow path together
Mom and daughter were walking home from school,
Chatting about everything along the way.
The conversation is very ordinary...
Suddenly the little girl asked a question...
“Mom, tell me, what is it like to “be a mother”?
Just not childishly, but seriously!”
Mom thought a little:
“Not a simple question, but still I
I'll tell you what I know, baby
Not hiding any secrets.
Being a mother is a great happiness, daughter.
Being a mom is not easy sometimes...
Mom is the one who is day and night
I’m ready to give everything for the children...”
- “And stand half the night by the crib?”
- “And watch silently, barely breathing,
For the one who sleeps sweetly in the crib,
On dear mother baby.
Mom is the one who hurts
If you suddenly offend a child.
Who worries, even involuntarily,
For the children and many years later.
She who remembers the first words,
She who is more tender cannot be found...
Because mom's heart
It beats in the children's chests.
Mom is the one who is always nearby!
- “Only a mother can love like that!”
- “Being a mother is a high reward.
This is what it means to “be a mother”!
“It’s not easy being a mom, I understand...
I’ll try very hard not to forget!”
- “Now tell me, dear,
What does it mean to “be a daughter?”
The daughter smiled and said:
- “Mom, I’m not so small anymore.
I learned a lot with you.
And today I understood a lot.
It's not difficult to be a daughter! Well, not a gram!
And there is no doubt about it at all!
Because there is a mother nearby,
And she will tell me the answer.”
- “So, we’ll put an end to the answer?”
- “What are you talking about, mom, I’ve just started!
It is very important to be a good daughter
To make mom happy.
Please me with grades from school,
Help wash dishes at home,
Don't ask for chips or Coca-Cola...
And be careful in everything!”
Mom laughed: “Well, not bad!
I really like your attitude!
I love you, dear baby!”
- “Mom, and me! It’s so easy for me with you!”
Smiling at the world and each other
And chatting quietly as we walked,
Mom and daughter are like two girlfriends
They walk along a narrow path.
Being a mother of boys
Being a mother of girls, of course, is not the same:
There are dolls, dishes, a hospital, lotto,
There are fluffy dresses and braids for the child...
Fate gave you a little boy.
Your house is not decorated with vases of roses,
And the cyborg killer that your son brought,
Having found him in a puddle near his native house,
Cleaned it, washed it and now it's like new.
No, it's not trash, and don't you dare clean it up!
Do you want to destroy a military base?
Do you want to demolish an airplane hangar?
Come to your senses, woman! This is a nightmare!
You will lead the tin soldiers into battle,
Be bold and daring, don't take a step back!
With him you will learn all the brands of cars,
And there will be more - all types of their tires.
You wouldn't be able to find out without him
Why do you need a jigsaw? Should I kiss?
Why do we need a vice? Maybe squeeze someone?
Bearing - what is it? Something with spikes?
SO MUCH THINGS THAT COULD PASS BY!!!
BUT THIS IS HAPPINESS - BEING A SON'S MOTHER!
Being a mother of girls
Being a mother of boys, of course, is not the same...
Soldiers, guns, in coat puffs,
There's dirt under your fingernails, there's fighting with friends...
Fate gave me a PRINCESS!
My house is decorated with garlands of roses,
(Not a cyborg killer, what a son would bring!)
Beautiful dresses, hairpins, nylon caps -
Everything that every girl should have!
And my daughter already has her mother’s beads
Hidden in a small red box.
And the mascara disappeared like a month ago,
But the daughter says that she hasn’t seen her))))))
And know that there is no happier dad,
Who once became the father of a DAUGHTER!
She kisses him tenderly when they meet
And dad walks around the happiest all evening!
He looks so cute in a girl's dress!
And he asks me to pierce my daughter’s ears))))
Only an hour will come and we will be proud
Our beautiful and smart girl!
Then years later, like me to my mother,
She will come running on your birthday with flowers.
And a secret will tell me quietly in my ear:
"You are the most best mom in the world!!!"
AND I WILL PRAY TO THE HEAVEN NIGHT AFTER NIGHT,
SO THAT GOD GIVES MY DAUGHTER A DAUGHTER!!!
Parable in verse - What does it mean to be a mother
We were sitting in the kitchen, and my daughter
She told me, jokingly, casually:
“Here, we are conducting a survey on the subject of existence -
Would you like to become a grandmother?
“I would like to, but it will change completely
Your life forever, radically.” —
"Yes, I know. Well, I won’t sleep enough, I won’t finish it,”
My daughter answered me automatically.
But, this is, well, to put it mildly,
It’s all wrong, not a soldier’s courage.
I was looking for words to tell her
All responsibility of this step.
I would tell her: “Your wounds from childbirth
You will heal very quickly.
But a new wound will appear - love,
What only motherhood gives.
It is a wound of emotion, anxiety, shame
For the child that you have done.
And about life you can no longer say “Nonsense!”
You will never get back what was!”
And no matter how elegant you are,
An alarmed cry of a child - “Mom!”
Anything will force you to quit urgently,
From simple ones to the most monetary ones.
I wanted to say that her career
Will suffer with the birth of a child.
After all, more than once she will fall into oblivion,
The smell of feeling a baby's head.
I wanted to tell her that the weight I've gained
You can reset it with diet and exercise.
But miracles have not yet happened in the world,
Motherhood to throw off on the sly.
And such an important life for you
No, it won't be that significant soon.
You will forget about everything, gently fingering
This baby is in both joy and sorrow.
You will learn, daughter, to forget about your dreams,
Make a choice whose happiness is more valuable.
Do not regret the beauty that is long gone,
Ask philosophically: “Perhaps..?”
I want you to know that there is love for your husband
There will be one and not the same at the same time.
And you will love him, as if again,
Like sharing this burden with you.
And I also wanted to say about feelings -
Feelings of joy, feelings of delight!
Only a woman-mother can experience them
And leave them there for a long time.
The first step, the first laugh, the first joyful look.
A new day is like a new era.
First experience in communicating with girls, guys,
Search and faith are essential!
And the birdhouse is higher, and the ball is in the yard,
New Year and mushroom picking.
And stories about this to friends, children,
Like half the forest was trampled with his feet.
I wanted to say... But a tear was only in response
It welled up before my eyes.
“You won’t regret saying “No” in return
"Yes!" told me to let life unfold.”
Extending his hand across the table to his daughter,
Having met her, I whispered:
“For you, for myself, for all women, I pray,
Whose calling is simply to BE A MOTHER!”
Manyusik is moving
In mom's belly
Now with legs, now with arms,
Pushing in the water.
Then he sleeps quietly,
Then he swims, laughing,
Then he finds his finger,
He sucks, squinting his eyes.
Our little prankster
Dear little one,
Grows inside mom,
It's all over the place!
Beautiful creation
Our baby and child,
We are waiting for you, manyusik,
Grow, my love!
getting pregnant is one thing... realizing that you are pregnant... bearing this miracle... and giving birth... God it hurts... but tears of happiness in my eyes... the happiest... with a baby in her arms... he sleeps sweetly... little angel...
They talk so much about women's happiness...
But for me everything is simple and familiar.
I'm happy when everyone is home.
It's even happier when they're all asleep.
I want a kid from you,
Maybe a son, and even a daughter.
I want to change their diapers
Worrying, staying up all night.
I want to use it to treat my knees
After every football game.
I want to wean off laziness
And also - to share their pain.
Don't get tired of bows, braids,
And that tulle is (ah!) a veil.
Tell them that the fire is caused by matches,
And the kids come from the belly.
I want to reassure: deuce -
It's a little bit of bad luck.
And when they cry bitterly,
Smile and say: “Don’t cry.”
I don’t want to lie, what’s wrong with dad?
They and I were very lucky.
And read, sitting next to you on the floor,
Pushkin's fairy tales before bed.
And in cocoa they remove the film,
And tie a scarf in a snowstorm.
I want a kid from you,
This is more than rumpling the bed.
They say I am my mother's tail, I am nowhere without my mother! Well, tell me, is it possible to live without me for half a day? If suddenly I start playing, and my mother is not around, I, of course, will get scared and run faster to her! I’m next to my mom in the kitchen, We go about business together, And together we watch a cartoon, We divide the pear in half! I am my mother’s favorite tail, Mom too can’t live without me for a minute, Without her beloved tail!
You can hear stomping behind the wall,
Someone creaked the door.
Papatoot came home
Live well!
You can smell his nose from the kitchen
Mom's cutlets.
He was suffering from severe hunger
Straight to this kitchen.
And then he grabbed me
Sleepy from the crib,
And how he smacked his mouth
Right on the nose and on the heel.
Kissed me like that for five minutes
Then he shouted loudly:
“Hey baby, daddy is here!
Wave your little hand."
Papatoota mamatam
She called me for dinner.
I'll go eat by myself
There are a lot of those cutlets.
In the morning, miracle of miracles
Papatut disappeared again.
Our happiness is in children! Their smile
first knowledge, first tooth,
first step, playing together,
the joy of victory in them... Baby,
running with arms open,
like a chick, he hugs you by the neck!
This little lump is OUR ENTIRE LIFE!
You asked... AM I WORKING? Yes, I WORK 24 hours a day. I AM A MOTHER! I am an alarm clock, a cook, a janitor, a teacher, a nanny, a doctor, a builder, a security guard, a photographer, a coach, a comforter. I can't take sick leave. I work day and night. My salary is kisses and hugs...
I can't come home empty-handed.
A LITTLE CHOKUPILA is waiting for me there...)))
How nice it is - early Saturday morning - to give a child a rattling toy, and with the words “show dad”, direct him towards the bedroom...)))
Whatever one may say, 1+1=3
Only our woman can with one hand
cook borscht, wipe the dust with another, with one
keep an eye on the children, another on the TV series,
wash your feet and also support
shoulder the phone and talk
to a friend: “No, I’m not busy at all...
shhh... don't cry, otherwise you'll wake up mom!
Do you know what children smell like? Almond milk, dew at dawn... Hands in caramels, milk chocolate. Chamomiles in the garden. Fragrant grapes... Inhaling the smell of childhood, the only one in the world, I can say for sure that children smell of HAPPINESS!!!
I turn to You in my prayer...
I don’t need anything... save my children...
God, be merciful, don’t let them fall...
In this difficult life, don’t let them fall into ruin...
Show them the way, loving and keeping...
Caress them a little, warm them by the fire...
Let them not know sorrows and troubles...
Save them, oh God, give them wise advice...
The Mother’s heart asks... I’m on my knees...
I love these little bloods more than life itself...
Give Hope and Faith to my Soul...
God, be merciful... save my children...
Today I want to confess
To the person who is with me,
That I will always try
To be more than just his wife...
I loved him for years
Not for anything, but just like that...
This means that God is above us,
And hearts will beat to the beat...
My wings have been burned so many times
And the earth turned black from troubles...
And love was covered in dust
From habit for many years...
Children grow up imperceptibly...
I'm afraid I won't have time to say
What is stronger than anything in the world?
I love them and am afraid to lose them...
Every breath, every look is priceless...
You need to cherish love tenderly,
To be the universe for him
Or in short - to be...
Even if you are angry about something,
Even if I'm angry about something,
He's afraid to upset me
I'm afraid of offending him...
We're wasting moments
To the problems that life gives...
But happiness is not in the salary...
Happiness lies in those who are sewn to the soul...
Be happy today
Anyone who wants to be...
And there are hundreds of examples for happiness -
Trust, help, love...
And when it's early at dawn
I see him and the children nearby,
I am happy without deception...
I live for my family...
And any weather is a miracle...
I can endure storms, blizzards, and rain...
I won't love you for anything,
I live because I love...
I still can’t believe it, honey,
That you and I have a daughter,
Little by little the little one is gaining strength,
Looks almost big already.
He sticks out his lips so funny,
His nose wrinkles, his left eye squints,
It seems sometimes that she
He's in a hurry to look at us.
Every minute, every hour
I want to kiss her cheeks,
You, my baby, are so beautiful
What words simply cannot say!
A small and warm lump
Smells like mother's milk
He grunts and sighs and mutters,
This sound is already so familiar to me.
Every time I hear it with excitement,
His heart melts sweetly.
I listen to our daughter breathe
And I don’t notice anything around.
You grow up, daughter, strong, strong,
Bringing joy to mom and dad,
Be healthy and happy, our baby,
Dear, beautiful child!
Sweet moments cannot be expressed in words,
when mom has time to breathe out...
Manyunya is sniffling and she is happy...
The child is sleeping!!! Which means the mother is calm!
A family is a small country in which PAPA is the president, MOTHER is the minister of finance, the minister of health, the minister of culture and emergency situations in the family. And a CHILD is a people who constantly demands something, is indignant and goes on strike!)))))))))
Your eyes are a treasure for your mother,
Your children's laughter is a reward, an incentive to live,
I collected happiness in crumbs and grams,
After all, now I can’t exist without you.
You pull your arms, hug you tenderly, tenderly,
Your smile is like the light of the sun,
I'm not afraid to fall, get up and go as before,
After all, I have you - that’s my only secret.
Your soul is pure, like the tears of a May rose,
You were born under a bright star
You captivate with your glance, fleeting childish caress,
I love it so much when you are next to me.
My sensitive boy, my happiness and joy,
Star of the Universe and a bright light in the tunnel,
You are here with me - I don’t need anything else,
And let this moment last for many long years.
You sleep sweetly in your crib,
And I ask God for one thing -
So as not to stand still, but to run through life without looking back
And, waking up, hear the beat of your heart.
Nature is very wise - it gives a woman nine whole months to prepare for the miracle of having a child, but only at the moment when you see the face of your baby, you are completely reborn - you become a completely different person, a different woman. Mother.
MOTHER'S HAPPINESS in little hands,
in cheeks and lips, scarlet as a poppy,
mother's happiness in the first words,
and in the little one’s first steps,
mother's happiness in a teddy bear,
in a porridge plate, fairy tales, poems,
mother's happiness is in the first pranks,
and at the crib on sleepless nights!
He lies on the crib, lifts up his legs,
He sniffles quietly, opens his eyes...
I love this boy more than my life,
My good, my dear little son!
Saturday, morning, warm bed, sweet dream..., suddenly hit on the head with the remote control - “MOM, turn on the cartoons”!!!
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 you have. 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 there, 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.
- If a man is ready to do anything for a woman, then this woman is his wife. If a woman is ready to do anything for a man, then this man is her son.
- A son is a man whom you can never stop loving.
Good statuses about son and mother
- Every little son belongs to the category of those boys with whom his mother forbids him to play.
- By giving a woman a son, God gives her the opportunity to try to raise a Real Man herself, capable of not only giving compliments, but also performing actions.
- If you have a house, don’t be afraid of the cold; If you have a son, do not be afraid of need.
- A mother takes twenty years to make a man out of her son, and his girlfriend can make an idiot out of him in twenty minutes.
- Before you reproach your son for the fact that his pockets are filled with all sorts of rubbish, look first in your purse.
In fact, it is incredibly difficult to find normal poems about mom on the Internet. Children often teach them primary school, but what I find is simply not appropriate for the age and time. Now mothers are in greatcoats, now I shout “Aha”, now about elderly mothers with wrinkles (not at all age appropriate). And so, I asked my friend to write a poem “About Mom.” She has sons almost the same age. And I am pleased to present this poem to your judgment!
Mom is a sunny morning.
Mom is the first day of spring.
The day is painted with delicate mother-of-pearl,
If mom is in a good mood.
If there is chaos in the apartment in the morning,
A ringing laugh sounds, that means
From now on and in the whole world
Summer has arrived for my mother and me.
If mom gets a little sad,
If you frown a little, if you're tired,
This means autumn is outside the window,
And nature also became sad.
And in winter on my mother's window
He will freeze a wonderful postcard.
We're escaping into a make-believe fairy tale, -
Mom, me and mom's smile.
Let it be outside - any time of the year,
Anything happens to us -
Any day, in any bad weather
It will be kind if mom is nearby.
(Mishina Elizaveta)
There are many poems, but not mine.
To all mothers, both the youngest and those already graying,
We sincerely congratulate you
With the most the best holiday countries - Mother's Day.
We wish you health, love and warmth,
So that life is interesting and long,
So that there is comfort in the house, love and advice,
So that the house is protected from grief and troubles.
Our dear mother,
These gentle lines are for you.
Let no sorrows come into your home,
Let illnesses pass by.
All our lives, our dear mother,
I owe you an unpaid debt.
Thank you, dear, for raising me,
For not asking for anything in return.
That sorrow and joy are divided in half,
You wished us the best life in everything.
Beautiful, kind, cheerful and gentle,
We need you daily and forever.
I believe in my mother like a miracle,
There is no one dearer!
Whatever happens, wherever I will be,
Let's keep the good light!
My path does not go straight,
Sometimes I do the wrong thing...
Mom scolds her son
He will regret it like no one else.
Not the most holy mother,
Mom's life is illuminated.
If I'm worth anything,
Everything from mom - everything from her!
Don’t forget, whoever you are, that you were born by a mother!
That I was given warm milk in my chest as a child.
That in the hour of bad weather and trouble, tormented and languishing
She, like a fish out of water, was eager for you with her soul.
I brought you my whole life, first to the end, as a gift.
And like a prophetic star - it is in your destiny.
You protect your dear mother, all the glory and honor
Lay a carpet along the path she will take.
Become the dust of her feet quickly and clear her path.
After all, the feet of our mothers go on the road to heaven.
I will be glad if you like this poem by the great DAAKI and you will find your way to your mother’s heart.
2003-08-09 09.08.2003 14:28:10, MuratMOTHER.
Everyone really needs mom
Mom is very good.
When I was a child, I rocked the cradle
I sang fairy tale songs.
Now I'm older
But I’ll kiss mom on the cheek.
I think everyone is dearer to her
Dear mother.
Mom will cook the food
And she will prepare salads.
Kisses, hugs
He will wash everything and tidy it up.
I'll make something up
Mom scolds
I'll tell her everything honestly
Mom will caress you.
Kisses, hugs
If I get sick
And in a second everything will pass
Heal me.
Will help me with my lessons,
I don't understand where.
Mom can do everything for me,
I love her!
My Dear mommy, these lines are for you;)
You are the one for me best friend! I want to tell you that you are the kindest and loving mommy worldwide. I love you very much!
Your daughter Katya (Vienna, Austria)
P.S. Girls, advice - if you have Internet at home, then install Skype (www.skype.com) and talk to your mothers absolutely free. This is a very cool online program! I gave my parents internet at home and now we chat every day! good luck to you!
2007-12-11 11.12.2007 00:08:44, KatyaTomorrow is my mother's birthday. I haven't seen her for six months now. I'm very far from her. We broke up in a quarrel and nothing has changed in our relationship yet. Despite this, I am looking for poems that I would read to her on her day, like in childhood, when everything seemed big and kind and my mother was the dearest person...
2003-04-13 13.04.2003 02:54:07, KateI love my mother very much. My heart bleeds because I live in different cities. How it pains me, especially in the evenings, to think that she is far from me. I'm pregnant and I miss her so much. Love your mothers, extend their lives as much as you can. And then everything will be fine!
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