“I am the happiest mother in the world!”: a touching story of one adoption. Beautiful statuses about kids! Sentence - infertility

My baby is the cutest, smartest and most beautiful, the most dear person, my dear son!

The last word should always remain with the man ... and it should be: “Of course, Beloved!”

Perhaps this is happiness - when in your life there is a big one and a small one ...

The ideal man can only give birth to herself.

You live in every beat of my heart...

Smile and he smiles back...

Just imagine that you have a small ball in your arms that needs nothing but love and warmth ... and he loves you more than his life ...

HAPPY… BECAUSE I SING A LULLABY… BECAUSE SMALL HANDS CONFUSE MY HAIR… BECAUSE THE MEANING OF MY LIFE IS SLEEPING ON MY ARM… BECAUSE I KISS A PLUMPY CHECK EVERY EVENING… HAPPY… BECAUSE MOM…

Oh, take care of mothers of daughters - my son is growing!!!)))))))

Most the best man listed in the Red Book - in my passport))

For me, gold is not something that glitters, but something that crawls, laughs and turns everything upside down...

The best man in the world got me! He calls me "mom"!

Only when you come to the crib where your little baby sleeps do you really understand what happiness is ...

I will reveal to you who is the best of men. And who in the world is more precious than all others… He is my most beloved… He is MY SON. And there can be no one dearer!

Children are worries, difficulties, screaming, noise, a mess. But when you approach them sleeping, straighten the blanket, kiss them on the nose, cheeks, and you understand that this is the greatest happiness in life!!!

Nothing can effectively complement the freshly glued wallpaper in the room like a children's drawing with a felt-tip pen!

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

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

The most pleasant thing in life is to see your little copy, which crawls along the carpet smiling and understand how much you love him!

Happiness is when there is a small miracle with your eyes!

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

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

I will kiss the gently soft hand, I will barely touch my nose with my lips ... My heart stops with love for my son ... What a happiness it is that I have you!

What a blessing it is that I have a son, beautiful eyes and chubby cheeks, a cheerful smile and sonorous children's laughter, and this little man is the most precious thing in the world!!!

A girl will be truly happy when she has two happiness: one will say - "Beloved", and the second - "Mom"

The only person worth running after is the one who will shout to you: “Catch up, Mom!”

The smile of a child can disperse the most gloomy clouds, stop heavy rains, drive away melancholy...

Nothing sounds more threatening to a cat than words. small child"KISSYAYAYAYAYA"

If toys are scattered around the house, the wallpaper is peeled off, you do laundry every day, all small items are above your height ... it means that HAPPINESS LIVES in the house!

The best thing that can be in the morning is the invigorating smile of the most beloved person in the world!

The most valuable gift a woman can give a man is a child.

Nothing could be better than holding a piece of yourself...

A girl's happiness lies in becoming a beautiful Bride, a beloved Wife and a happy Mother...

My great happiness is my little son!

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

How magical and wonderful just to be a MOM! These legs, these pens... well, how not to love them!

Being the mother of a son is such a reward! And there is no need for greater happiness in life! Heir, protector and dad - a joy! I am a mother of a son and I am happy about it!

My son is my joy! My strength, my weakness! Glorious bright light, I love you son!

With the advent of a child, a woman develops inhuman abilities... to see in the dark... to hear through a dream... to walk silently and stay awake for days...

Happiness is the tramp of little feet on the floor, it's kisses and hugs, it's toys scattered around the house, sweets and cookies eaten, it's the smile of the dearest person in the world!

In my life there is one little man who always cheers up and for whom I want to live - this is my child)) This is happiness

My morning always starts with the smile of the dearest person in the world! Because I'm a mom!

Any woman deserves to be happy, Do not know betrayal, betrayal, resentment! To be a queen, not a slave, And favorably allow yourself to be loved ...

Moms of boys know for sure that not "all men are goats" ...

Diapers, cereals are an inevitability; And you can't avoid other troubles. But the main thing is that kindred tenderness, which the baby gave you. You will endure any trials, Now nothing can scare you, Above the titles of all - only one title, One irreplaceable title - mother! Now you will not be bored now, Now all sorrows will come to naught - When the baby will stretch out his hands to you And say: “Mommy! I love you so much!"

A sleepy smile, a look of beloved eyes ... "Mom, I woke up!" - that's the whole story. Gray Monday colors bloomed. Little legs ... "Mom, I've come!" Porridge on the wallpaper, a mess in the room, A cat in plasticine - so you need it - It's just morning, that's how we always do it. Mom's lipstick - where was she? So that the flowers on the walls of the room bloom, So that everyone smiles from beauty, So that later they can wash off lipstick with a rag, You need to get this thing from the shelf! Tomorrow will be Tuesday, the morning will be again. Small hands will bring love. And even the rain outside the window is not important, Whatever happens, we are always together. And let there be war or snow in this world, The main thing in the world is children's laughter. So that the fondant flower on the wall blooms, To hear in the morning: "Mom, I've come!"

The family is where the husband is revered, the wife is loved, the children are carefree and happy...

The cure for stress, and for any other disease, is children's hugs, kisses, walks and chants!

For every moment, for every breath, for the fact that God gave me a SON, for pain, for happiness, for good luck, for the fact that I laugh and cry. For what I still love. For all my life I THANK YOU!!!

The kitten will grow into a cat, the mouse will turn into a mouse,
And only for a mother, a child is forever a baby ...

My son is the most important, The most intelligent, the most glorious, The most tender, the most - the most ... He is the BEST with his mother!

Only mothers know that there is nothing more pleasant than a child's touch, nothing sweeter than a child's smile, nothing more tender than a child's cheek and nothing more important than a baby!

If, freezing at night, instead of pulling a blanket over you, you go and check if your miracle is frozen ... YOU ARE MOTHER))))

Sooner or later, happiness comes into the life of every woman ... It is very easy to recognize him: he has the most delicious cheeks, the most tender smile, and the most sincere eyes!

The quieter the child sits in the room, the scarier it is to go there)))

Children are worries, difficulties, screaming, noise, a mess. But when you approach them sleeping, straighten the blanket, kiss them on the nose, cheeks, and you understand that this is the greatest happiness in life!!!

The most precious treasure is my son!!!

My happiness: big bright eyes, long fluffy eyelashes, and ringing laughter =)

My son is just young! My favorite little man!

More than life, a woman loves her child ... and is devoted to the one who loves them both

Close to the heart, there should be only children, everything else is nonsense!

The smile of a child is the biggest thank you for mom!

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

A woman in the family is like a translator, only she understands both drunken nonsense and baby talk

If you are a Mom, then you are already well done, because next to you your main achievement in life is your child.

There is no greater happiness in this world than being a mother...

Sometimes you cuddle up to this little peacefully snoring creature, you hear a heartbeat and feel this sweet smell ... And at that moment you understand that this is the greatest happiness that God has given!

Here it is, Happiness - running, jumping, laughing and sleeping!

When a child appears, life turns from a zebra into a rainbow.

A CHILD IS THE ONLY PERSON THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO LOVE

Girls, if you know any other - write!

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

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

How incredibly happy ordinary test strips can make a person!

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A happy family differs from the rest in that the wife believes that money appears on its own. The husband is convinced that food gets into the refrigerator on its own. And the children are sure that they were brought by storks.

I feel the happiest when, through a dream, I hear how my husband lulls the baby with the words: “Quiet, don’t cry, don’t wake our mother.”

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

Being just a mom 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 parents is even greater - for the sake of their child, they are ready to give their lives ...

A parent who tries to change his child without starting from himself is not only wasting time, but taking a very cruel risk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

In ancient times, children were brought up on the classics of world literature. Now they read more 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 maternal torment. But a woman cannot do without children either, especially when you are presented with a fait accompli.

The most expensive necklace around a woman's neck is the arms of a hugging child!

An unbreakable toy is a toy with which a child can break all his other toys.

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

HAPPINESS slapped on the floor, Barefoot and without pants, My HAPPINESS is bare-assed, It is unintelligent, Shebutnoe and not meek, Here it breaks, there it crushes, Above the lip - kefir mustache ... Here it is, running to me !!!

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

Be yourself both human and baby to teach the child.

Imitate the good even in 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 in vain.

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

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

requiring no patience to get 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 talking. A couple of tears and it's in the bag.

A little son asks his father: “Daddy, daddy! And how much does it cost to get married?” Dad thought about it and replied: “You know, son, I still don’t know, because. I'm 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 can not make them a toy of your mood.

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

The child is a mirror. Recognize yourself in it.

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

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

The only man I'll run after will yell at me: "Catch up, mom!"

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

Childhood is the time when you think you're an adult, but adults think you're a child. And at the same time, everyone is fundamentally mistaken.

If mom broke a cup, it’s fortunate, but if you, it’s your hands growing out of your 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 control them.

A gentle face, every dash, a snub-nosed nose sniffs ... Money, a career - all this is unimportant, important - sleeping side by side.

Too obedient children never achieve much.

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

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

Eyes sparkle, constant smiles on his 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 just like us.

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

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

When in childhood, parents cursed 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 I need, isn't that called happiness?

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

As a child, we spent all our free time outdoors, and our children meet outside the home 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 for 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.

The childhood of girls is when you leaf through your mother's fashion magazine with your girlfriends, and when you see a beautiful model, you say: “It's me, it's me!”

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

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

Happiness cannot be bought. But it can be born!

Manyusik stirs
Mom's belly
Now with legs, then with hands,
Pushes in the water.

That sleeps quietly
That swims, laughing,
Then he finds his finger
Sucks, squinting his eyes.

Our little prankster
Favorite toddler,
Growing inside mom
It shakes everything!

beautiful creation,
Our baby and child
We are waiting for you, Manyusik,
Grow my love!

***

getting pregnant is one thing... to understand that she is pregnant... to endure this miracle... and to give birth... God, it hurts... but tears of happiness in my eyes... the happiest... with a baby in her arms... he sleeps sweetly... angel...

So much is said about women's happiness ...
And for me, everything is simple and familiar.
I am happy when mine are all at home.
Even happier when they are all asleep.

I want a kid from you,
Maybe a son, maybe even a daughter.
I want to change their diapers
Worrying, stay up all night.

I want to heal their knees
After every football game.
I want to wean from laziness
Also, share their pain.

Do not get tired of bows, braids,
And that tulle is (ah!) a veil.
Tell that the fire is from matches,
And the kids are from the stomach.

I want to reassure: deuce -
This is the smallest of failures.
And when they cry bitterly,
Smiling, say: "Don't cry."

I don't want to lie about dad
They and I are very lucky.
And read, sitting next to the floor,
Pushkin's fairy tales at bedtime.

And in cocoa to shoot them a film,
And tie a scarf in a blizzard.

I want a kid from you,
It's more than making a bed.

They say I'm my mother's tail, I'm nowhere without my mother! Well, tell me, is it possible, Without me to live half a day? If all of a sudden I start playing, And mommy is not around, I, of course, get scared And I run faster to her! I’m in the kitchen with my mother, We go on business together, And together we watch a cartoon with her, We divide the pear in half! I am my mother's favorite tail, Mom, too, without me, Can't live for a minute, Without her beloved tail!

Heard a clatter behind the wall
Someone creaked on the door.
Papatut came home
Live tight!

He smells his nose from the kitchen
Mom's meatballs.
Strong hunger carried him
Directly to this kitchen.

And then he grabbed me
Sleepy from the crib
And how he smacked his mouth
Right in the nose and in the heel.

Kissed like that for five minutes
Then he shouted loudly:
"Hey baby, daddy's here!
Wave your hand."

Papatuta mamatam
Called for dinner.
I'm going to eat by myself.
Those cutlets in bulk.

Miracle of miracles in the morning
Papatut disappeared again.

***

Our happiness is in children! Their smile
first knowledge, first tooth,
first step, joint games,
the joy of victory in them ... Baby,
running with open arms,
like a chick, hugging the neck!
This little lump is - OUR ALL LIFE!

***

You asked… DO I WORK? 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 - kisses and hugs ...

I can't come home empty handed.
A LITTLE CHOKUPILA is waiting for me there...)))

How nice - early Saturday morning - to give the child a rattling toy, and with the words "show dad" to direct him towards the bedroom ...)))

Anyway, 1+1=3

Only our woman can with one hand
cook borscht, another to wipe the dust, one
follow the children with an eye, the second behind the series,
foot wash and still maintain
handset with your shoulder, and talk
girlfriend: “No, I’m not busy at all ...

shhh... don't cry or you'll wake up your mom!

Do you know what babies smell like? Almond milk, dew at dawn… Caramelized hands, milk chocolate. Daisies 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!!!

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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...
Show them the way, loving and keeping ...
Caress them a little, warm them by the fire...
May they not know sorrows and troubles ...
Save them, oh God, give them wise advice...
Mother's heart asks... I'm on my knees...
I love these bloodlines more than life ...
Give Hope and Faith to my Soul...
God, be merciful... save my children...

I want to confess today
The person that 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 ...

Wings burned so many times
And the earth turned black from troubles ...
And love covered with dust
From the habit of many years ...

Children are slowly growing up...
I'm afraid not to have time to say
What is the strongest thing in the world
I love them and I'm afraid to lose them...

Every breath, every look is priceless...
Love needs to be tenderly kept
To be the universe for him
Or in short, to be...

Even if you're angry about something
Even if I'm angry about something
He's afraid to upset me
I'm afraid to hurt him...

We're wasting our moments
To the problems that life gives ...
Only happiness is not in the salary ...
Happiness is 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 dawn is early
I see him nearby, children,
I'm happy without cheating...
I live for my family...

And any weather is a miracle ...
Storms, blizzards, rains I will endure ...
I won't love for something
I live because I love ...

***

I still can't believe it, baby
That we have a daughter with you,
Slowly gaining strength,
Looks almost big.
So funny protrudes lips,
Wrinkles his nose, squints his left eye,
It seems, at times, she seems to
Look in a hurry at us.

me every minute, every hour
I want to kiss her cheeks
You, my baby, are so beautiful
What words just can not say!

Small and warm little
Smells like mother's milk
He grunts, sighs and mutters,
This sound is so familiar to me.

Every time I hear it with excitement,
The heart beats sweetly from him.
I listen to our daughter breathe
And I don't see anything around.

You grow up, daughter, strong, strong,
Bringing joy to mom and dad
Be healthy and happy, our baby,
Sweet, beautiful child!

Sweet moments - beyond words
when there is time to exhale and mom ...
Manyunya snores and she is happy ...
The child is sleeping!!! So the mother is calm!

***

A family is a small country in which PAPA is the president, MAMA is the minister of finance, the minister of health, the minister of culture and emergency situations in the family. A CHILD is a people who constantly demand something, are indignant and go on strike!)))))))))

***

Your eyes are a treasure for mom
Your children's laughter is a reward, an incentive to live,
I collected happiness in crumbs and grams,
After all, without you now I can not be.

You pull your hands, hug gently, gently,
Your smile is like sunshine
I'm not afraid to fall, get up and go, as before,
Because 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 conquer with a glance, a fleeting caress of a child,
I love it so much when you're next to me.

My sensitive boy, my happiness and joy,
Star of the Universe and 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 bed
And I ask God for one thing -
So as not to stand still, but to run through life without looking back
And when you wake up, hear the beating of your heart.

***

Nature is very wise - it gives a woman nine whole months to prepare for the miracle of the birth of 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.

***

MOM'S HAPPINESS in small hands,
in cheeks and lips, scarlet like a poppy,
mother's happiness in the first words,
and in the baby's first steps,
mom's happiness in a teddy bear,
in a bowl of porridge, fairy tales, poems,
mother's happiness in the pranks of the first,
and at the crib in sleepless nights!

***

He lies on the bed, lifts his legs,
Quietly sniffs with his nose, opens his eyes ...
I love this boy more than 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"!!!

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Being a mom is not just a job
Being a mom is not just a dream...
Become the most dear to someone
God has entrusted me with an ulterior motive...
And I accepted as a reward
A priceless gift from heaven.
And mom doesn’t need to be happy
No fur coats, no rings, no miracles...
After all, the most important miracle -
A child born into the world...
Toys, animals everywhere
And Happiness laughs in response ...
Being a mom is not easy
But every woman has a talent
Pass life practice boldly
And grow your Diamond...
More beautiful than spring dawns -
A smile of trusting eyes...
True sign of love -
The child born to you...
Being a mother is the happiness of the earth!
All troubles run over the threshold,
When he falls asleep with me
Pressing your cheek, son ...

Samarina Irina

Being a mom is not an easy job.
Fatigue, responsibility, a lot of worries ...
Diapers, pots, undershirts, diseases,
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 melt right,
Only in a child's voice will I hear "MOM"!

Being a mom and dad is not easy
Proceed to it with soul and skillfully!
Praise the child for everything, take care,
Give toys, drink, feed!
You won't be able to sleep on a moonlit night,
Try to sleep sometimes by the way:
Sleep at dinner, at the washing of diapers,
Sleep while your wonderful baby sleeps!
Let your little one grow in a wonderful fairy tale,
In the country 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 let your son grow up soon,
Let his mother be a support in the household,
Let dad take care of men's affairs:
Repair, adjustment, football, car,
May your son be just and kind,
Happy, cheerful, rich, healthy,
After all, the most important miracle in the world -
When suddenly children appear in the family!

Being a woman is great
And a beautiful woman - doubly!!
Being the mother of a child is a blessing!
And the mother of the beautiful - triple !!!
Happiness fell to me big-eyed, alive,
With the top of my head smelling like vanilla pretzel
With tender hands and lips,
And a mischievous cheerful tuft.
Unaccustomed baby to the crib
So sweetly hugs mom at night,
And no matter how much you rock it,
One does not sleep, does not let me go.
Someone is lucky with a comfortable baby -
He eats according to the regimen and asks for a pacifier.
And we are good together even without a regime:
We eat titya and wear sligs!

Wonderful motherhood experience
a woman is given to be a mother,
unity of love and wisdom
is in her soul.
She warms with care
your beloved child
and even in thoughts guards,
sometimes forgetting about myself.
You will see happiness in her eyes
and the heart suddenly freezes for a moment,
when the blood is dear
will walk with its feet.
All tenderness, affection giving,
and sparing no spiritual strength,
she takes care of the child
and decorates his world.

Mom's happiness in small hands
in cheeks and lips, scarlet like a poppy,
mother's happiness in the first words,
and in the baby's first steps,
mom's happiness in a teddy bear,
in a bowl of porridge, fairy tales, poems,
mother's happiness in the pranks of the first,
and at the crib in sleepless nights!

There is no greater desire of mothers,
What happiness to watch your children!
And do we need to hide about it,
What is everyone capable of giving?
Give away! And protect yourself from evil!
And Heart! And Reason! And Soul!
There is nothing more valuable in this world
For every Mother than her Children!

Mothers have a holy position in the world -
Pray for gifted children.
And day and night in the invisible ether
Our mothers are praying.
One falls silent, the other echoes.
Night will replace day, and night will come again.
But mothers' prayers do not stop
For a dear son or daughter.
The Lord hears the prayers of mothers,
He loves them more than we love.
Mother will never stop praying
About the children that 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.
There is an unearthly power hidden in prayer,
When their mother whispers them with tears.
How quiet. The birds in the yard fell silent,
Everyone has already gone to bed.
In front of the window I bowed to pray
My own loving mother...

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

The day starts with happiness
Happiness is up first!
Happiness smiles at mom
Turning a smile into laughter.
Happiness slapped on the floor
Barefoot and no pants
My happiness is naked
It's unthinking
Shabutnoe and restless,
It breaks here, it crushes there,
Above the lip mustache kefir,
Here it is running towards me!

The day is leaving. Blue shadows in the corners.
The rosy edges turn pale.
To me, like a teddy bear, on your knees
My girl is climbing.
I take it, touch the thin neck,
I brush my hair off my forehead.
She laughs carelessly, loudly,
She is with me, save her fate!
At a time like this it's not easy
And a lot in life 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 over.
And I pray now for all 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 away from me.

When I wasn't a mom
I could sleep when I wanted.
And she lived the way she wanted.
Nobody pooped every now and then

I didn’t pull, I didn’t chew,
Did not pound all over the body.
And brush your teeth every day
I was simple and not lazy.

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

And lullaby words
I didn't look for a friend.
It didn’t climb, suddenly, in the midst of the hustle and bustle:
"Are the flowers poisonous?"

When I wasn't a mom
I didn't know about vaccinations.
And I could think clearly.
And no one's dream was guarded.

And did not sleep by the bed,
Lightly covered with a blanket.
And did not fly straight into a dream:
“Oh my God, how is He?!”

When I wasn't a mom
So the heart could not scratch
Suddenly sunken eyes
That's it, from which tears drip,

Gathered, yes. And with them I
She's ready to cry.
At that moment, you don't need anything
If only the pain would take him away.

When I wasn't a mom
I didn't feel so deeply.
All the significance of my self,
It's like starting life all over again.

And so much light and warmth
My soul did not exude.
No one could explain to me
That I can love like this!

Little kids - Just angels!
Sweet heels, chubby cheeks.
First words, sweet smiles,
timid little steps, glorious little ones!
Fluffy hairs, pearl teeth,
snub noses, plump tummies.
Little fingers, little nails.
Girls and boys are so good!
All our paws are the best, beloved ones.
That makes us moms the happiest!!!

Life forced me to be 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 is the nose, eyes, cheeks
And the voice that speaks loudly
Words ... but he pronounces clumsily,
Learning such a science is not easy.
Walk, darling, boldly through this life,
And mom will be next to you
Always! Dear, no matter what happens
You know who is rooting for you.
Since you, daughter, appeared
I live, loving you every moment.
And we should not be angry with our father,
Although he did not see you and did not know.
Happiness should be divided into three,
Yes, your dad did not take his share.
I'm happy that I have a daughter
The baby is wonderful, a lump of love.
How dear to me is the nose, eyes, cheeks ...
We share this happiness for two.

I gave birth to children
They told me I was stupid!
No career later
No face, no body...
Live for yourself
Friends said -
What do you see?
Diapers, pots and toys.
Maybe they are right?
Didn't 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 was on the right path.
There is beauty
Much in the world
But the best thing is the kids.
Everything is forgotten -
Mayata, vanity ...
Forever remains
Only children warmth!

To be the best mom
Love, spring and heart beat...
Find 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 MAMA ... this word! ...
And 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 to forbid wanting to cry ...

And first class, swimming pool, cinema…
Window to our street...
Dirty kitten from the yard
What did the daughter bring to the house ...

And again dental treatment ...
And again on the knees the blood ...
Again regret, love ... love ...
And to be the best mom...

Lessons, books, miracles...
A wasp flew into the window ...
Doubt... first love...
And again near ... again and again ...

Find the diary by chance... hide...
Understand again, don't cry again...
The last call, 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"...

Embrace, accept, cry...
And again lay a tablecloth for the holiday ...
And live ... And wait from afar
The sound of a phone call...

Sniffling in a dream, sucking a pacifier,
So pretty, baby.
Growing, changing, maturing.
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 on their heels,
So that they don’t eat a crumb from the floor,
To keep your leg from twisting.
Can't describe all my feelings
Once again I want to tell you -
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 against you
Baby, and he's only yours.

Carry on the hands of children!
'Cause this moment won't last long
And it won't happen again.
They are getting older.

Carry on the hands of children!
It's very, very important to them.
In the arms they are warm, not afraid
During the very first days.

Carry on the hands of children!
Give so much love to each other
And don't lose your feelings. Coarseness
It will only make hearts hard.

Carry on the hands of children!
It's hard to spoil love
And the opinion about it is false
Wear it on your hands! Be brave!

Carry on the hands of children!
As long as they need you like air,
Before it's too late.

You stretch out your little hands to me,
Your eyes are shining. Like stars above.
You tell me: "Mom" - and there are no more beautiful words,
Your eyes shine, giving a wonderful light.
I'll take your hands - I'll press them to my cheeks,
My dear baby, I will not give you away.
Time and distance will not separate us,
I ask you 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!
I feel like I've always been waiting for you...
When I look at you, I forget all the bad weather!
You are my angel, my dear!
And how nice, God, the simple word "mother"
These feelings are hard to put into words...
And a day with you is always not enough for us,
We can laugh and play endlessly...
I will kiss you from head to toe:
All tiny fingers and every curl...
How everyone scolds me for spoiling you,
But I can not help pampering such a doll!
God sent you to me so that I could understand everything:
Why was life given to me and a sea of ​​\u200b\u200btrials ...
I'm 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, though not tired,
Gather spontaneously on the road,
Apply makeup, brush your teeth,
Keep order in the apartment
Answer questions nonchalantly
And follow the curiosities in the world.

Until I became a mother
I did not learn the words of lullabies,
I didn't want to sleep forever
I did not like white bunnies,
Didn't think about injections.
And that the flowers are poisonous
And about the fact that a meter from the floor
All outlets must be covered.

Until I became a mother
Who would have managed to crap my dress,
Spit, chew inhumanely,
To slam documents from the bank?
I kept the purity of meditations
And slept very soundly at night
And no one lectured me
Kohl wanted to eat cake or candy.

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

Until I became a mother
I did not look into children's eyes,
I was not drunk with joy,
Remembering forgotten stories.
Never just held
A being called a child.
And she didn’t run from the kitchen to him -
Suddenly he falls there, breaks?!

Until 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 questions - "Is it necessary?"

Until I became a mother
I rarely heard about diseases,
I thought little about someone else's pain,
Although she was normal, not a coquette.
I only read about the love of mothers,
That it is without borders, boundless.
But I did not know even a fraction 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 I went through when I was a mother
Just double as a reflection.
Because the lump is squeaking:
Cap, pacifier, envelope and diaper
You will see live, real
In the arms of a native child.

Happiness is something for everyone...
Someone wealth, someone housing,
Someone work, someone Europe.
I think happiness is more than that.
The kid who has daddy's ears
Favorite look on the next pillow,
The health of loved ones and hugs.
This is my true happiness!

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

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

There is a time for unrestrained sleep
Peace and bliss blow from 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
Chest fluctuates easily...
In someone else's bed, far away,
I hear: a grown-up baby breathes.

The soul string is pulled
eardrum membranes,
My life is given to me for this:
I listen to my child breathe.

Hear the word "mom"
Know what you need
This is the essence of happiness
The meaning of being.
I don't fall in love
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 porridge,
Waking up in the middle of the night, breaking cups
Shreds important pieces of paper,

Breaks the curtains, puts pills in his mouth,
And yesterday he fell to the floor from a stool!
Plays all day long, fed, dressed, drunk,
And at the same time always dissatisfied with something!

... Who is sowing oatmeal flakes in the kitchen?!
Now, how I will bark, and how I will give in the pope !!!

It is hard to live in the world for a small butuz:
They slap on the pope, tickle the belly,
They take away the forks, wipe the snot,
They put on boots to stomp their feet,

They feed them semolina porridge, put them on a pot ...
And it seems that they do not respect us at all -
They do not take on the handles (ten kilos in total)
They leave early in the morning for work

Do not let the computer touch the cords ...
... Now I will wince, and how I will cry ...

It's hard to live in the world also for dad
For dinner, only the remains of porridge are taken.
In finger paints new shoes,
Instead of documents, there are two cars in the case.

The laptop is gnawed, the phone is not audible
Because the baby was banging on the lids.
On weekends instead of beer with kebabs
Three hours with a stroller to knead the dirt with their feet.

You plow at work, you plow twice at home,
Who will say thank you? What it is?
Now I'll be offended, I'll upload a scandal
So that at least someone pays tribute!

Happiness for mom is the smile of a baby,
That I carried 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 just to be a mother!

I thought I was business
Before I became a mom.
I thought I could do everything
Before I became a mom.
And I believed: knowledge is power,
Before I became a mom.
Whims with difficulty endured
Before I became a mom.
I thought I knew fatigue
Before I became a mom.
But what happened to me
When did I become a mother?
strollers,
Anxiety and upheavals
Smiles-whims,
What a day, then surprises,
Diapers and ironing,
Purees and porridges,
Sleepless nights,
I want to sleep very much.
Slightly wrong -
And that's it, the heart is in the heels.
I patch holes
The fool herself
Completely clueless
All over again.
goodbye makeup
And south beach
And the rest became
Walk two blocks.
But the days flew by
We have matured a little.
Run along the path
Growing legs.
Before kindergarten.
Well, what else do you need?
forget? Take cover?
Get drunk with a friend?
Drive to the sea
Know no more "woe"
Until retirement itself.
No. She became a mother again.
See I'm hooked
For mother's business!

What is the sweetest candy in the world?
Sugar - I could once answer.
Honey, marmalade, marshmallow ... and sherbet ...
Only now I understand 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 could once answer ...
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?
Without searching it is clear and without words -
My love sniffs in his bed...

How cool 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 it.

There puffy dresses and braids to toe
Well God gave you two boys.

Cleaned it up, washed it, and now it's like new.

So, come in from the flank, hit with artillery.
(Do not know what it is - ask the sons).

You will learn with them all the brands of cars,
And all kinds of their tires will become bigger.
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 is it? Something with spikes?

Diapers, undershirts, bottles and mixtures,
Mommy's life is not boring, but 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 will not exchange them for clubs and parties,
After all, our happiness is in children! We know this for sure!

Mom for joy, dad as a reward
You have appeared, heir-joy.
Native, unintelligent, buttons-eyes -
You all attention, care and affection.
Grow up, please your mother with excellent health,
Everything else will surely come.
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, mom and dad will always be there.
You will grow up generous with affection, participation,
To the delight of relatives, to mom and dad for happiness.

For female happiness, I need a little ...
Let 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 the children to be lucky
They are all right - I'm happy then.
And let the house bypass bad weather,
I don't need much to be completely happy!

What is happiness? Such a simple question
Perhaps more than one philosopher asked.
In fact, happiness is simple.
It starts with half a meter of growth.
These are undershirts, booties and a bib,
A brand new described mother's sarafan.
Torn tights, knocked knees,
These are the walls painted in the corridor.
Happiness is soft warm palms,
Behind the sofa candy wrappers, crumbs on the sofa.
It's a whole bunch of broken toys
It's a constant rattle of rattles.
Happiness is barefoot heels on the floor.
Thermometer under the arm, tears and injections.
Abrasions and wounds, bruises on the forehead,
What 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 the daily Khryusha with Stepashka.
This is a warm nose from under the blanket,
Bunny 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 simply no answer.
Everyone has it - these are our children!

Your palm on my cheek
Only I will reveal the secrets of the world.
Your sweet dream, which 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'm just Mom.

Everywhere you can hear the laughter of children cheerful.
Along the narrow path together
Mother and daughter walking home from school
Chatting about everything along the way.

The conversation is the usual most-most ...
Suddenly the little girl asked...
“Mom, tell me, what is it like to be a mom?”
Only not childishly, but seriously!

Mom thought a little.
"Not an easy question, but still I
Tell you what I know baby
No secrets are hidden.

Being a mother is a great happiness, daughter.
Being a mom is hard sometimes...
Mom is the one who day and night
I am ready to give everything for the children ... "

“And stay half the night by the bed?”
- "And look silently, breathing a little,
On the one who sleeps sweetly in the crib,
On the baby's own mother.

Mom is the one that hurts
If you suddenly offended a child.
Who is worried, albeit involuntarily,
For children and many years later.

The one who remembers the first words,
The one who is more tender not to find ...
Because mother's heart
It beats in her children in the chest.

Mom is the one that is always there!
“Only a mother can love like that!”
“Being a mother is a great reward.
This is what it means to be a mother!

“Being a mom is not easy, I understand ...
I'll try my best not to forget!
“Now tell me, dear,
What does it mean to be a daughter?

The girl 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 hard to be a daughter! Well, not an ounce!
And there is no doubt about it at all!
Because there is a mother nearby,
And she will tell me the answer.

- “So, we put an end to the answer?”
- “What are you, mom, I just started!
It is very important to be a good daughter,
To make mom happy.

Please with grades from school,
Help wash dishes at home
Do not ask for chips and 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 to be with you!"

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

Be a mom of boys

Being a mother of girls, of course, is not something:
There are dolls, dishes, hospital, lotto,
There are puffy dresses and braids for a child ...
Well, fate gave you a kid.

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

No, it's not trash, and don't you dare clean it up!
Do you want to destroy the military base?
Do you want to demolish the aircraft hangar?
Think again, woman! It's a nightmare!

You will lead the tin soldiers into battle,
Be bold and bold, 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 wouldn't know without him
Why do you need a jigsaw? Really kiss?
Why do we need a vice? Maybe squeeze someone?
Bearing - what is it? Something with spikes?

SO MUCH THINGS TO PASS BY!!!
BUT THIS IS HAPPINESS - TO BE THE SON'S MOTHER!

Be a mother of girls

Of course, being a mother of boys is not something ...
Soldiers, guns, in coat puffs,
There is dirt under the nails, fighting with friends ...
So fate gave me a PRINCESS!

My house is decorated with garlands of roses,
(Not a killer cyborg that a son would bring!)
Beautiful dresses, hairpins, caprons -
Everything every girl should have!

And mother's beads are already at the daughter's
Hidden in a small red box.
And mascara, that's how the month disappeared,
But the daughter says that she has not seen her))))))

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

He is so touched in a girl's dress!
And 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, as I went to my mother,
She will come running on her birthday with flowers.
And the secret will tell me quietly in my ear:
"You are the most best mom in the world!!!"

AND I WILL BE PRAYING TO HEAVEN NIGHT FROM NIGHT,
THAT GOD GIVE 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, in between times:
“Here, we are conducting a survey on the subject of being -
Would you like to be a grandmother?

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

But, after all, this, 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: “Wounds from your birth
You will heal very quickly.
But a new wound will appear - love,
What gives only one motherhood.

It's a wound of emotion, anxiety, shame
For the child you made.
And about life you won’t say “Nonsense!”
You will never return what was!

And no matter how exquisite you are,
An alarmed cry of a child - "Mom!"
Quit urgently will force any business,
From simple to the most cash.

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 child's head.

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

And such an important life for you
No, it will not be so significant soon.
You will forget about everything, gently tugging
This little one 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 that has long gone,
Ask philosophically: "Maybe ..?"

I want you to know that love is for a husband
There will be one and not the same at the same time.
And you will love him, as if again,
As with you sharing this burden.

And I also wanted to talk about feelings -
Feelings of joy, feelings of delight!
Only a mother can experience them
And keep them 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 taller, and the ball is in the yard,
New Year and mushroom picking.
And stories about this to friends, kids,
As he stomped half the forest with his feet.

I wanted to say ... But a tear is only in response
Turned up in front of my eyes.
"You will not regret that instead of the word" No "
"Yes!" said that life unfolded.

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 calling is just to BE A MOM!”

The whole world around suddenly changed on the day when I realized that the little 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 tangle 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 brilliance of these eyes.

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

Soon the happiness that we have been waiting for will appear... Such a small one... 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 little man 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 you, and kisses you, and holds you tightly so that you don’t go anywhere.

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

Words that can heal any emotional wounds, restore faith in the best - “Mommy! I love you very, very much! ”When your tiny treasure says them and hugs you tightly ... in the throat there is just ... 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 who has 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 can't imagine life without them. I love my kids!

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

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

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