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

I am happy because I sing a lullaby, because my little hands confuse my hair, because the meaning of life falls asleep on my hands, because I kiss my chubby cheek every evening ... Happy ... because - mom!

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 there will be happiness, which we have been waiting for ... Small such ... with tiny arms, legs ... And with your eyes ...

Happiness is when you wake up and realize that you are not alone, that you have the very person for whom you are ready for anything, because you are his mother!

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

Someday we will miss the crumbs on the couch, 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 the distance of a quiet "Where are you, baby?"

Words that can heal any spiritual wounds, restore faith in the best - “Mommy! I love you very, very much! ”When your tiny treasure utters them and hugs you tightly ... there is just a lump in your 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 like being a mom.

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

My daughter and my son are everything to me: they are my life, my heart, my soul and the most important reason why I breathe! I cannot 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 from small lips the word "Mom!"

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

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

I became a mother - statuses about motherhood - You are Mom! Is it a lot or a little? You are Mom! Is it 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 a rebirth of life, and you would like to embrace the whole world. You are Mom, Mom! Nobody can take this pleasure away from you !!!

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

Motherhood is a job that you pay for is happiness.

Being a mother is not just a job, being a mother is not just a dream ... God entrusted me to become the most dear 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'm MOM !!!

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

Being a mom is the most enjoyable job! The salary is paid with kisses.

I became a mother! - for a long time I imagined how I would say this phrase. Only three words, but how much sense. Now you just need to raise a person - and I will be happy.

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

The biggest reward from fate is MOTHERHOOD!

Night is mom's private time! Do whatever 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, freezing at night, instead of pulling a blanket over yourself, go and check if your miracle is frozen - you are a mom!

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

I have an Angel and his name is Sonny. Sonny has a guard and his guard - Mom!

Why does the horse get tired, but mom 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 coffee, take out a chocolate bar, grab my favorite book and lock myself in the kitchen for half an hour. - Mom, what are you doing there? - Children, do not bother me, I am making a kind mother for you ...

Motherhood is like a mortgage: if you fit in, then for life.

Earlier, when I heard the hysterical crying of a child from the neighbors, I thought they were cutting him there, but now I realized that it was just something: "the toy fell," "I want to eat," "they put on a hat," "kicked out of the toilet without being allowed to clean it. wall brush ", or" don't give my mother's phone. "

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

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

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

Even the pangs of pregnancy, childbirth and other things cannot darken 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 to look into the eyes of children, to hold your miracle on the handles and to hear the sonorous laughter of children!

I will kiss the warm belly and cheeks of the donut again! Here is my favorite toddler! Happy mother is with you!

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

Nine months of "marathon" is nothing compared to your prize.

What's the sweetest sweetness in the world? Sugar - I could once answer. Honey, marmalade, marshmallow and sherbet. Only now I understood the answer. Native baby - the smell of the top of the head that remains on our pillow, tender fingers and marigolds, ass, knees and elbows.

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 daughter, about five years old, who suddenly stopped and said to her mother: “And I love you, mom!”, I realized that this is the greatest joy in the world!

I'm so happy with you! - said the wife to her husband before going to bed. I am happy when you are near! - answered the husband. Mom, you interfere with sleep so much, I am the only unhappy one in our family - the baby muttered through a dream.

How incredibly happy ordinary strips on the dough can make a person!

Best status:
A happy family differs from the rest in that the wife believes that money comes by itself. The husband is convinced that the food goes into the refrigerator on its own. And the children are sure that storks brought them.

I feel the happiest when through a dream I hear my husband lulling the baby with the words: "Quiet, don't cry, don't wake up 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!

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

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

If the child suddenly becomes obedient, the mother is frightened - is he sick?

Children rarely misinterpret our words. They are surprisingly accurate in repeating what we shouldn't have said.

When the baby is at home, his mother's neck hurts, and when the baby is on the street, her heart hurts.

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

Children disgrace 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 statuses for Vkontakte.

If a man has a son, he becomes a father ... And if a daughter is born to him, he becomes a dad)

I would call children not the flowers of life, but the flowers of mother's torment. But a woman also cannot do 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 hugging child!

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

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

HAPPINESS splashed on the floor, Barefoot and without pants, My HAPPINESS is barefoot, It’s unintelligent, Shebut and not meek, Here it breaks, there it breaks, Above the lip - a kefir mustache ... Here it is, it runs to me !!!

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

Be yourself both a human and a baby to teach your child.

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

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

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

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

requiring no patience to receive 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 in the bag.

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

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 cannot make them a plaything of your mood.

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

The child is a mirror. Recognize yourself in it.

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

If the child is always visible, but not heard, then this is the ideal 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 do it so that the toy is comfortable)))

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

If mom broke the cup, it's fortunate, but if you are, it's your hands that grow out of the priests.

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

Parents are so simple in the device that even children can operate them.

A gentle face, every dash, snub-nosed nose sniffing ... Money, career - all this is unimportant, important - he sleeps side by side.

Overly obedient children never achieve much.

There is nothing authentic left in the world. Except for a childish smile.

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

Eyes shine, constant smiles on the face, ringing 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 like us.

Parent: a position that requires infinite patience to fulfill, 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 upbringing.

I have the best mom in the world, the best friends in the world, I have everything that I need, isn't that called happiness?

As a child, it seemed to me that adults are some kind of silly creatures. As an adult, I realized that I was mistaken in the arrangement of the definition, they are sheer assholes.

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

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

Fathers who have beautiful children believe in heredity most of all.

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

Childhood of girls: this is when you flip through with your mother's girlfriends fashion magazine, and at the sight beautiful model you say: "This is me, this is me!"

For many, happiness is two liters. And for many it is only two grams. And for me happiness is to see how my Mom smiles!

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

Happiness cannot be bought. But you can give birth to it!

Being a mom is not just a job
Being a mom is not just a dream ...
Become the most dear to someone
God entrusted me with a reason ...
And I accepted as a reward
A priceless gift from heaven.
And mom doesn't need happiness
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 mom is not easy
But every woman has talent
Go through life practice bravely
And grow your Diamond ...
More beautiful than spring dawns -
The smile of trusting eyes ...
Love is a real sign -
The child born to you ...
Being a mother is earthly happiness!
All troubles run over the threshold
When he falls asleep with me
Pressing my cheek, son ...

Samarina Irina

Being a mom is not an easy job:
Fatigue, responsibility, a lot of care ...
Diapers, pots, undershirts, diseases,
Broken knees, cartoons together ...
Now there is no rest - life with "sweat and blood",
After all, you are responsible for life and health!
But ... I forget everything and I melt right,
Only in a child's voice will I hear "MOM"!

Being a mom and dad is not easy
Start with your soul and skillfully!
Praise the child for everything, take care,
Give toys, give food, feed!
You won't be able to sleep on a moonlit night,
Try to sleep sometimes by the way:
Sleep at lunch, washing diapers,
Sleep while your wonderful baby sleeps!
Let your baby grow in a wonderful fairy tale,
In the land of rattles and mothers' songs
In the land of kind books, funny toys,
In the land of the most loyal friends and girlfriends!
And may your son grow up soon,
May he be a support for his mother in the household,
Let dad take care of men's affairs:
Fixing, 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!

It's great to be a woman
And a beautiful woman - doubly!
Being a mother of a child is happiness!
And the mother of the beautiful - triple!
Happiness fell to me, big-eyed, alive,
With a top that smells like a vanilla pretzel
With the most delicate hands and lips,
And a mischievous merry tuft.
Untrained baby to the crib
So sweetly hugs mom at night,
And no matter how you rock her
One does not sleep, does not let me go.
Someone is lucky with a comfortable baby -
He eats according to the regime and asks for a pacifier.
And even without the regime it is good for us together:
We eat tit and wear sligs!

Great motherhood experience
it is given to a woman to be a mother,
love and wisdom unity
it is in her soul.
She warms up with care
your beloved child,
and even in thoughts protects,
sometimes forgetting about myself.
You will see happiness in her eyes
and the heart will suddenly freeze for a moment,
when the blood is dear
will go with his legs.
All tenderness, giving affection,
and not sparing spiritual 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,
mom's happiness in the first words,
and in the little one the first steps,
mom's happiness in a teddy bear,
in a plate of porridge, fairy tales, poems,
Mom's happiness is in the first pranks,
and at the crib in sleepless nights!

There is no greater desire for mothers
Than Happiness to watch your children!
And do we need to hide about it,
What are all capable of giving for this?
Give it back! And shield yourself from evil!
And with the Heart! And Reason! And Soul!
There is nothing more valuable in this Light
For every Mother than her Children!

Mothers have a holy office in the world -
Pray for gifted children.
And day and night in the invisible ether
The prayers of our mothers are heard.
One will be silent, the other echoes her.
Night will change day and night will come again.
But mothers' prayers never stop
For a dear son or daughter.
The Lord listens to the prayers of mothers,
He loves them more than we love them.
Mother never gets tired of praying
About children who have not yet been saved.
There is a time for everything, but as long as we are alive,
We must pray, cry out to God.
An unearthly power is hidden in prayer,
When their mother whispers them with tears.
How quiet. The birds fell silent in the yard,
They all went to bed a long time ago.
I bowed to the window to pray
My dear loving mother ...

There is a miracle of miracles in the world,
And the miracle is called - motherhood!
Angels descend from heaven
Making up unity with the baby!

The day begins with happiness
Happiness rose before everyone else!
Happiness smiles at mom
Unfolding a smile into laughter.
Happiness slapped on the floor
Barefoot and no pants
My happiness is naked
It is unintentional
Shabbat and undisturbed,
Here it breaks, there it breaks,
A kefir mustache above the lip,
Here it runs to me!

The day is leaving. There are blue shadows in the corners.
The ruddy edges of the clouds fade.
To me, like a bear, on your knees
My little girl is climbing.
I take it, I touch the thin neck,
I brush my hair back from my forehead.
She laughs lightly, loudly,
She is with me, save her fate!
It's not easy in the world at a time like this
And many things in life have been burned to the ground ...
I never thought that children
They bring so much peace and warmth.

I am a mother. Is it a lot or a little?
I am a mother. Is it happiness or a cross?
And it’s impossible to start all over again.
And now I pray for everything that is:
For night crying, 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 life's rebirth.
And I would like to hug the whole world.
I am a mother.
Mum! This is a delight.
No one can take it away from me.

When I was not a mom,
I could sleep when I wanted to.
And, as she wanted, she lived like that.
Nobody pooped every now and then

I did not twitch, did not chew,
Didn't hit all over the body.
And brush your teeth every day
It was simple and not lazy for me.

When I was not a mom,
Didn't trip over toys.
And did not sigh at the table,
When mugs flew to the floor.

And lullabies
I didn’t look at my girlfriend.
It did not climb, suddenly, in the midst of the bustle:
"Are the flowers poisonous?"

When I was not a mom,
I didn't know about vaccinations.
And I could think soberly.
And nobody's sleep was guarded.

And I didn’t sleep by the crib,
Lightly covered with a blanket.
And it did not fly straight into a dream:
"Oh, Lord, how is He there ?!"

When I was not a mom
So the heart couldn't scratch
Suddenly drowned eyes
Just about, from which tears drip,

Gathered, too. And with them I
Itself ready to cry.
At that moment nothing is needed
If only the pain would take him away.

When I was not a mom,
Didn't feel so deep
All the significance of my self,
It's like starting life over again.

And so much light and warmth
My soul did not ooze.
Nobody could explain to me
That I can love THAT SO!

Little kids are just angels!
Sweet heels, chubby cheeks.
First words, lovely smiles,
timid little steps, glorious babies!
Fluffy hair, pearl teeth,
snub-noses, plump belly.
Small fingers, tiny nails.
Girls and boys are so good!
All our paws are the best, beloved ones.
That is why we are the happiest mothers !!!

Life made me strong.
My strength, happiness is in my children.
I proudly bear the name - MOM!
The most beautiful thing in the world!

I'm happy that I have a daughter

How dear to me the nose, eyes, cheeks
And a voice that speaks loudly
Words ... but he does not speak skillfully,
Studying such a science is not easy.
Step, beloved, boldly through this life,
And mom will be next to you
Is always! Dear, no matter what happens,
You know who is rooting for you.
Ever 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 and didn't know you.
Happiness should be shared by three
But your dad didn't take his share.
I'm happy that I have a daughter
Wonderful baby, a lump of love.
How dear my nose, eyes, cheeks ...
We share this happiness in two.

I gave birth to children
They told me a fool!
No career afterwards
No face, no figure ...
Live for yourself, -
Girlfriends said -
What do you see?
Diapers, pots and toys.
Maybe they are right?
Didn't get enough sleep. Did not have time.
Did not go. Did not go,
Although I really wanted to ...
I gave birth to children -
They told me a lot.
And now I realized:
I walked the right path.
There is a beautiful
Many in the world
But the best thing is the kids.
Everything is forgotten -
Mayata, vanity ...
Forever remains
Only the warmth of the children !!!

The best mom to be
Love, spring and knocking hearts ...
Find out that you will suddenly become a mother ...
Anxiety, childbirth, the first cry ...

And these tears for two ...
And a thousand sleepless nights
And the word MAMA ... this word! ...
Both the first step and the first "shmyak"

And get up again! And so again! ...
The warmth of the palms on the cheeks ...
A toy in small hands ...
AND Kindergarten... and a sequined dress ...

And the dance of little birches ...
Broken nose ... downcast eyes ...
"Ma, it's Vaska's fault!"
Want to cry, endure ...
And forbid to cry to want ...

And first class, pool, cinema ...
There is a window on our street ...
Kitten dirty from the yard
What did the daughter bring to the house ...

And again dental treatment ...
And again there is blood on my knees ...
To regret again, to love ... to love ...
And the best mom to be ...

Lessons, books, miracles ...
A wasp flew in through the window ...
Doubt ... first love ...
And again next to ... again and again ...

Find the diary by accident ... hide ...
To understand again, again not to cry ...
Last call, graduation,
And the nose is decorated with "spring" ...

Friends, work, Internet ...
And there is no time for mom ...
One day suddenly hear this:
"I don't need your advice" ...

Take offense, accept, cry ...
And again lay a tablecloth for the holiday ...
And live ... And wait from afar
Phone ringing sound ...

Sucks in a dream, sucks on a pacifier,
So pretty baby
It grows, changes, matures.
When I kiss, it just melts.
Give birth, women, children,
May there be many of these days
When we are so happy with them,
And we follow them on their heels,
Whatever crumbs are eaten from the floor,
That would not twist the leg.
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 weird
When he presses his cheek against you
Baby, and he is only yours.

Carry children!
After all, this moment does not last long
And it will not happen again.
They grow up.

Carry children!
It is very, very important for them
They are warm in their arms, not scared
During the very first days.

Carry children!
Give love to each other like that
And don't ruin your feelings. Coarseness
It will only make hearts callous.

Carry children!
It is difficult to spoil with love
And the opinion about it is false
Carry on your hands! Be brave!

Carry children!
As long as they need you like air,
It’s not too late yet.

You give me little hands
Your eyes are shining. Like the stars above
You tell me: "Mom" - and there are no more beautiful words,
Your eyes are shining, giving a wonderful light.
I will take your palms - I will press them to my cheeks
My dear baby, I will not give you up.
We will not be separated by time and distance,
I ask my love and tenderness, do not forget.
My autumn flower, my golden ray,
You are like a thread of salvation, my unearthly angel.
You be my hope, you be my dream
You be as gentle, you always be with me.

Now I know exactly what happiness is!
It seems to me that I have always been waiting for you ...
As I look at you - I will forget all the bad weather!
You are my angel, my dear!
And how nice, God, the simple word "mom",
And these feelings are difficult to convey in words ...
And a day with you is always not enough for us,
We can laugh and play endlessly ...
I kiss you all from head to toe:
All tiny fingers and every curl ...
How everyone scolds me for spoiling you,
But I can't help but indulge such a doll!
God sent you to me so that I could understand everything:
Why was life given to me and a sea of ​​trials ...
I am insanely grateful to the sky for you
You are the most cherished of all my desires!

I allowed myself a lot:
Sleep for a long time, although I didn’t get tired,
Get ready spontaneously on the road,
Apply makeup, brush your teeth,
Observe the routine in the apartment,
Answer questions in a non-rude way
And watch out for the curiosities in the world.

Until the moment I became a mom
Didn't learn the words of lullabies
I didn’t want to sleep incessantly,
I did not like white bunnies,
Didn't think about injections
And that flowers are poisonous
And that one meter from the floor
All outlets must be closed.

Until the moment I became a mom
Who would be able to wrap my dress around,
To spit, to chew is inhumane,
Would you like to get documents from the bank?
I blotted out the purity of meditations
And slept very soundly at night
And nobody lectured me
Kohl wanted to eat cake or candy.

Until the moment I became a mom
I did not hold the child,
So that he does not turn and turn zealously,
From any getting out of the diaper.
I never sat at night
Guarding the dream of a cute baby.
I did not look stupidly at a white sheet,
Confusing it with a children's book.

Until the moment I became a mom
I did not look into children's eyes,
I was not drunk with joy,
Remembering forgotten fairy tales.
I never just held
A creature called a child.
And I didn't run to him from the kitchen -
What if he falls there, breaks ?!

Until the moment I became a mom
The mother's feelings were hidden.
And I would never know about them,
And the problems would be buried.
Warmth, pain, love, amazement,
Jubilation with every award.
Sadness and joy, as well as doubt
And questions - "Is this necessary?"

Until the moment I became a mom
I rarely heard about illness,
I didn’t think much about someone else’s pain,
Although she was normal, not a flirt.
I just read about the love of mothers,
That she is without borders, limitless.
But I did not know even a bit of a small one,
What I had to experience in practice.

Before I became a grandmother ...
I didn't know that all the sensations
What did I go through when I was a mom
Will only double as a reflection.
Because the lump is squeaking:
Cap, nipple, envelope and diaper
You will see alive, real
In the arms of a NATIVE child.

For everyone, happiness is something of his own ...
Someone has wealth, someone has housing,
Someone's work, someone's Europe.
In my opinion, happiness is more than something.
The kid with daddy's ears
Beloved look on the next pillow,
Health of family and loved ones hugs.
This is my real happiness!

Why care for someone for many years
Sharpen his pencil with a prickly nose,
Hide a bag of sweets from him on the shelf
And cut your bangs? Then knit a funny ponytail.
Why not sleep and worry at night;
And touch your forehead with your lips compressed to pain;
Then drink drops and always grumble at him;
Then say to him: "Do not be afraid, I am with you ..."?
What for? How stupid, but I don't know the answer.
I am like a slave in his funny and complete power.
And this little master is my life ...
My child. My unexpected happiness.

Having given birth to a child, you know anxiety:
The baby's world is so vulnerable and thin ...
And in my heart it twisted like a hedgehog,
The sixth sense - is the child breathing? ..

There is a time for rampant sleep
Peace and bliss breathe from the swaddling clothes,
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 rib cage fluctuates easily ...
In someone else's bed, far away,
I hear: a grown-up baby is breathing.

A spiritual string is stretched
Eardrum membranes,
My life is given to me for this:
I listen to my child breathing.

Hear the word "mom"
To know that you are needed -
This is the essence of happiness
The meaning of being.
I will not stop looking at
To your creation
In this difficult life
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,
Wakes up in the middle of the night, breaks cups
Tears important pieces of paper to pieces,

Tears the curtains, puts pills in my mouth
And yesterday I fell to the floor from the stool!
All day playing, full, dressed, drunk,
And at the same time he is always dissatisfied with something!

... Who is sowing flakes in the kitchen of rolled oats ?!
Right now, I'll bark, and I'll give it to the pope !!!

It's hard to live in the world for a small butuz:
They slap on the butt, tickle the belly,
Take the forks, wipe the snot,
They put on boots to stamp their feet,

They are fed with semolina porridge, they are planted on a pot ...
And it seems that they don't respect us at all -
Do not take on the handles (ten kilos in total)
Run away early in the morning to work

They don't let the computer touch the cords ...
... Now I will frown, and how I will cry ...

It's hard for dad to live in the world too
For dinner, only the remains of porridge are received.
V finger paints new shoes,
Instead of documents, there are two typewriters in the case.

The laptop is gnawed, the phone cannot be heard
Because the baby knocked them on the lids.
On weekends instead of beer with kebabs
Three hours with a stroller to knead the dirt with your feet.

You plow at work, you plow at home in half,
Who will say thanks? What it is?
Now I will be offended, I will upload a scandal
So that at least someone paid tribute!

Happiness for mom is a baby's smile,
That I've worn under my heart for months.
First word and first step
When the baby falls asleep in his arms.
Happiness cannot be measured in years
Happiness for a woman is just to be a mom!

I thought I was business
Before I became a mom.
I thought I had time for everything
Before I became a mom.
And I believed: knowledge is power,
Before I became a mom.
I could hardly endure whims
Before I became a mom.
I thought I knew fatigue
Before I became a mom.
But what happened to me
As soon as I became a mom?
Wheelchair walks,
Excitements and shakes
Whims of smiles
What a day, then surprises
Diapers and ironing,
Puree and porridge,
Sleepless nights,
I really want to sleep.
A little something wrong -
And that's it, my heart is in my heels.
I fill in the holes
Itself clumsy -
Completely stupid
All over again.
Goodbye to makeup
And south beach
And it became a rest
Walk two blocks.
But the days flew by
We have matured a little.
Running along the path
Grown up legs.
Before kindergarten.
Well, what else do you need?
Forgotten? Take cover?
To get drunk with a friend?
Take a ride to the sea
Know no more "grief"
Until retirement itself.
No. Became a mother again.
Looks like I'm addicted
To mom's business!

What is the sweetest sweetness in the world?
Sugar - I could once answer.
Honey, marmalade, candy ... and sherbet ...
Only now I understood the answer -

Native baby - the smell of the crown,
What remains on our pillow
Gentle fingers ... and marigolds -
Ass, knees ... and elbows ...

What is the most bitter bitterness in the world?
Mustard - I might once have answered ...
Radish and vinegar ... wormwood and quinine ...
Well, now - my answer is only one:

Trembling lips - crying on the way
That's 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?
It is clear without searching and without words -
My love sniffs in its bed ...

How cool it is to be a mom of two boys!
(And anyone can understand this without words)
And instead of congratulating you,
let me tell you a little about it.

There are fluffy dresses and toe-length braids
God gave you two boys.

I cleaned it, washed it: and now it is like new.

So, come in from the flank, hit with artillery.
(If you don't know what it is - ask your sons).

You will learn all the brands of cars with them,
And all kinds of their tires will get bigger.
They will still grow up and they will enlighten you,
How the starter, cardan and jack work.

Without them you might not know anything
Why do you need a jigsaw? Really kiss?

What are bearings? With thorns of something?

Diapers, undershirts, bottles and mixtures,
Life for mommies is not boring, but very much even 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 trade them for clubs and parties,
After all, our happiness is in children! We know that for sure!

For mom's joy, dad for a reward
You have appeared, heir-joy.
Dear, unintelligent, buttons-eyes -
All the attention, care and affection for you.
Grow up, please mom with excellent health,
And everything else will come without fail.
Weak hands have a lot to do
And the legs are waiting for a steep road 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,
To the delight of relatives, mom and dad for happiness.

For female happiness, I need a little ...
May the morning knock on the window with joy,
Beloved husband's breath is near,
Well, in general, I don't need much to be happy.
I want good luck for the children,
They are all right - I am happy then.
And let the bad weather go around the house,
I don't need much for complete happiness !!!

What is happiness? With such a simple question
Perhaps, more than one philosopher wondered.
But in fact, happiness is simple.
It starts with half a meter of growth.
These are undershirts, booties and a bib,
The brand new described mother's sundress.
Torn tights, knocked down 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.
It's a bunch of broken toys
It is a constant rumble of rattles.
Happiness is barefoot heels on the floor.
Thermometer under the arm, tears and injections.
Abrasions and wounds, bruises on the forehead,
Is it permanent what? but why?
Happiness is a sled, a snowman and a slide.
A small candle on a huge cake.
This endless "Read me a fairy tale"
These are the daily Piggy and Stepashka.
It's a warm spout from under the covers
Hare on the pillow, blue pajamas.
Spray 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 palm is on my cheek
Only me will reveal the secrets of the world.
Your sweet dream that is dear to me
I protect even from dust particles.
All my love is in your palm
All thoughts, feelings, all my desires.
Sleep, my Lump, I am always with you ...
After all, you are my Angel, and I am just Mom.

Everywhere you can hear the laughter of the guys.
Along the narrow path together
Mom and daughter walked home from school
On the way, chatting about everything.

The conversation is the most common ...
Suddenly the baby asked a question ...
“Mom, tell me, how does it feel to be a mom?
Only not childishly, but seriously! "

Mom thought a little:
“Not an easy question, but still I
I'll tell you what I know baby
No secrets are hidden.

To be a mother is a great happiness, daughter.
Being a mom is not easy sometimes ...
Mom is the one who day and night
I am ready to give everything for the children ... "

- "And stand by the bed at midnight?"
- “And look silently, barely breathing,
On the one who sleeps sweetly in the crib,
On the baby's mother.

Mom is the one who hurts
If you suddenly offended the child.
Who is worried, even if unwittingly,
For children and many years later.

The one who remembers the first words
The one who cannot be found more tenderly ...
Because mom's heart
Beats in her children in the chest.

Mom is the one who is always there! "
- "Only a mother can love so much.!"
- “To be a mother is a high award.
That's what it means to be a mom!

- “It's not easy to be a mom, I understand ...
I will 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 that small anymore.
I learned a lot with you.
And today I understood a lot.

It's not difficult to be a daughter! Well, not an ounce!
And there is no doubt about it at all!
Because there is mom next to me,
And she will tell me the answer. "

- "So we put a full stop on the answer?"
- “What are you, mom, I’m just starting!
It is very important to be a good daughter
To make my mother happy.

Please with grades from school,
Helping to wash the dishes at home,
Don't ask for chips and Coca-Cola ...
And be caring 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 to be with you! "

Smiling at the world and each other
And chatting quietly on the go,
Mom and daughter are like two girlfriends
They walk along the narrow path.

Be the mother of the boys

Being a mother of girls, of course, is not that:
There are dolls, dishes, a hospital, loto,
There are fluffy dresses and braids for a child ...
The fate of the kid gave you.

Your house is not decorated with vases of roses
And the cyborg killer that your son brought
Finding him in a puddle near his dear home,
Cleaned, washed and now it's like new.

No, this is not rubbish, and don't you dare clean it up!
Do you want to break a military base?
Do you want to demolish an airplane hangar?
Think about it, woman! Well this is a nightmare!

You will lead the tin soldiers into battle,
Be brave and daring, not a step back!
You will learn with him all the brands of cars,
And there will be more - all kinds of their tires.

You could not have known without him
Why do you need a jigsaw? Really kiss?
Why do we need a vice? Maybe squeeze someone?
What is a bearing? With thorns of something?

SO MANY THINGS THAT COULD PASS BY !!!
BUT THIS IS HAPPINESS - TO BE THE MOTHER OF A SON!

Be the mother of girls

Being a mother of boys, of course, is not the same ...
Soldiers, guns, coats in puffs,
There is dirt under the nails, a fight with friends ...
Here fate gave me the PRINCESS!

Garlands of roses decorate my house
(Not a cyborg killer that a son would bring!)
Beautiful dresses, hairpins, kapronki -
Everything that every girl should have!

And mom's beads are already with her daughter
Tucked away in a small red box.
And mascara disappeared like a month,
But the daughter says that she did not see her))))))

And know that there is no happier dad,
Who became the Daughter's dad once!
She kisses him gently when they meet
And the happiest dad walks all evening!

He is so touched in a dress for a girl!
And he asks me to pierce her ears))))
The hour will come and we will be proud
Our beautiful and clever girl!

Then, years later, as I went to my mother,
She will come running on her 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 FOR HEAVEN NIGHT FROM NIGHT,
FOR GOD TO GIVE MY DAUGHTER A DAUGHTER !!!

Parable in Verse - What It Means to Be a Mom

We were sitting in the kitchen, and my daughter
She told me, jokingly, between times:
“Here, we are conducting a survey on the subject of being -
Would you like to become a grandmother? "

“I would like to, but it will change completely
Your life is forever, cardinally. " -
"Yes I know. Well, I won’t sleep, we won’t finish it ”, -
My daughter answered me mechanically.

But, after all, this is, well, how to put it mildly,
It's not that, not a soldier's courage.
I was looking for words to convey to her
All responsibility of this step.

I would tell her: "Your wounds from childbirth
They will heal very quickly.
But a new wound will appear - love,
That only one motherhood gives.

It's a wound of emotion, anxiety, shame
For the child that you have created.
And about life you won't say "Nonsense!"
You will never return what was! "

And, no matter how sophisticated you are,
The cry of an alarmed child - "Mom!"
To quit urgently will force any business,
From simple to most monetary.

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,
Smell feeling baby's head.

I wanted to tell her that the weight gained
Can be reset by diet, exercise.
But miracles have not happened in the world yet,
Motherhood to steal away.

And such an important life for you
No, it won't be so important soon.
You will forget about everything, gently pulling
This baby is both in joy and in sorrow.

You will learn, daughter, to forget about the dream,
Make a choice whose happiness is more precious.
Do not regret the beauty long gone
Ask philosophically: "Perhaps ..?"

I want you to know that love for your husband
There will be one and the wrong one at the same time.
And you will love him, as if again,
As with you who shared this burden.

And I also wanted to say about feelings -
Feelings of joy, feelings of delight!
Only a mother woman can experience them
And leave them in yourself for a long time.

The first step, the first laugh, the first joyful look.
A new day is like a new era.
The first experience in communicating girls, guys,
Indispensable search and faith!

And the birdhouse is higher, and the ball is in the yard,
New Year and a hike for mushrooms.
And stories about this to friends, children,
Like half of the forest I stomped with my feet.

I wanted to say ... But only a tear in response
It welled up in front of my eyes.
"You will not regret that instead of the word" No "
"Yes!" she said to make life unfold. "

Stretching out his hand across the table to his daughter,
When I met her, I whispered:
“I pray for you, for myself, for all women,
Whose vocation is just to BE MOTHER! "