Beautiful poems for my son from my mother that bring me to tears

1 You are my son, my hope. How can I tell you everything? What a pity that it is no longer possible, as before, to hold you in my arms. You have become big and very mature, and completely independent. You solve complex issues, coping with a heap of problems. But for me you are the same boy as you were many years ago. And you smile as before, And your eyes look tenderly. My dear, beloved, best! May life bring you success

Being the mother of a son is a reward! And you don’t need more happiness in life! An heir, a protector and a joy for dad! I am the mother of a son and I am happy about it!!!!

You have achieved a lot in such a short period of time, Now manage to hold luck in your hands, Your character is far from meek, We wish you one thing, son - keep it up! And let life sometimes be striped, And everyone has to solve different problems, The main thing here is that your thinking is not flat, Which means you can create a wonderful life!

Being the mother of a son is a reward! And you don’t need more happiness in life! An heir, a protector and a joy for dad! I am the mother of a son and I am happy about it!!!!

My red, handsome son Rimma Kazakova

My red-haired, handsome son, you are as red as the sun. I hug you, sleepy, but I still don’t have the strength to love.

Either copper or brass blazes from under the sheet. And the heat of my palm in the cold room has caught a cold.

You pressed your red head closer to your chest. I, like a piece of coal, toss you from hand to hand.

When rays creep along the wall from the cracks in the night, it seems to me that the rays are flying from your bed.

And you, men, will come - healthy and cheerful. When you come, you will press weightless envelopes to your lips.

And the hands, hardened by the frost, roughened by work, will not be burned by the child with his milky little body.

But gratefully clasping our thin, transparent, lunar fingers in our palms, callous as a shell,

You will understand at what cost, enduring all the torment obediently, we will give birth to you boys, hot as a forging!

I am proud of you, son, a bright ray of life throughout, and an assistant to parents, and a support for friends. All parents worry about their children, lovingly. I want everything in the world to work out for you. So that the work goes well, security grows, and besides, all household chores are to your liking. You are the same as dad, Modest, kind and simple, Life in the family goes as it should: Peace, harmony, tranquility. More accomplishments await you, a world of discoveries and roads. Be patient and move forward, son!

My son is becoming a man, Worlds are open before him, And now I am looking for a reason To kiss his hair.

He will raise his thick eyebrow stubbornly and open the door to freedom: “I’m in a hurry, what are you doing, mom? After all, I’m not little now!”

I will sigh in prayer for my son: “Lord! Keep it on the way?” As before birth - by the umbilical cord, the Mother is connected with her children by her heart?!

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Poems for a son from his mother for a birthday, anniversary, wedding or farewell to the army - these are always very touching words spoken with great love! No one ever loves their child like a mother! Especially for you, we have collected a variety of short and long emotional poems about a son from mother to tears, touching the soul of any man. Enjoy reading!

I will tie your life from fluffy mohair threads. I will tie your life, I will not lie a single loop.

I will bind your life, Where prayers are a pattern across the field - Wishes for happiness In the rays of true love.

I will knit your life from cheerful melange yarn. I will tie your life together and then give it from my heart.

Where do I get threads? I will never confess to anyone: In order to tie your life together, I secretly unravel mine.

Valentina Belyava

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Being a mother of girls, of course, is not the same: There are dolls, dishes, a hospital, lotto, There are fluffy dresses and braids for the child... Fate gave you a little boy.

Your house is decorated not by vases of roses, but by the cyborg killer that your son brought, Having found it in a puddle near his family’s house, he cleaned it, washed it and now it’s like new.

No, it's not trash, and don't you dare clean it up! Do you want to destroy a military base? Do you want to demolish an airplane hangar? Come to your senses, woman! This is a nightmare!

You will lead the tin soldiers into battle, Be brave and daring, not a step back! With it you will learn all the brands of cars, and there will be more - all types of their tires.

You wouldn’t be able to find out without him Why do you need a jigsaw? Should I kiss? Why do we need a vice? Maybe squeeze someone? Bearing - what is it? Something with spikes? So much that could have passed by! But what happiness it is to be the mother of a son!

**** There is no greater happiness in the world than hearing your son’s first cry, And looking at him, admiring, Understanding: “He is the most beautiful!”

There is no reward more valuable than looking for your features in him, And even though you look like your dad, We know that I am you!

I don’t need much from life: No victories, no peaks, no praise. I ask one thing from God, that he protect you.

Even if the sky disappears and becomes covered with black darkness, I want you to know: no matter where you are, we will always be by your side.

We will add our love together and multiply it by three! We are a Family and we can do a lot, And we have already been able to do a lot!

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"Prayer for my son"

Help him, Queen of Heaven! So that his soul would burn and not go out, so that his fate would be direct and honest, so that his love would be great and clear, so that his thoughts would be pure, and in his hands any matter would be argued, give him strength to withstand the tests, and a mind with which his heart I wouldn't argue!

*** Having given birth to a child, you experience anxiety: The baby’s world is so vulnerable and thin... And in the heart, like a hedgehog, the sixth sense began to stir - is the child breathing?..

There is a time for unbridled sleep, Peace and bliss are wafting from the diapers, Everything in the world is sleeping. And I’m the only one listening: is the child breathing?

I catch his breath on my hand, his chest sways easily... In someone else’s bed, in the far distance, I hear: a grown-up baby is breathing.

The soul string is stretched, The membranes of the eardrums, My life was given to me for this: I listen to how my child breathes.

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"Mom's Sunshine"

Mommy's sunshine, so sweet! The look is impeccably naive and funny. Dad's little eyes, with an upper lip, Eyebrows, hairs... You are my little bunny!

How you smile! You are my dear! Mom's desired, dear baby! An angel who returned home from heaven, a ray of sunshine, my golden one!

The gnome is cheerful, strong and groovy, You are my stream with murmuring water! A bright miracle, an unearthly gift, my greatest gift in life!

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I created you out of love and out of passion, out of dreams, out of hope, out of my life! I created you out of great happiness - the acute intimacy of two dissimilar people.

I will cover you with both wings and prayer. I can guess your voice from thousands of miles away. I will come to you even sick and broken, Even if there is no sun or stars.

I will understand if you suddenly make a mistake. I will forgive - even if no one forgives! In this harsh, treacherous and unstable world, My faithfulness will protect you from grief.

All your sorrows, tears, pain and mistakes - I would take it upon myself... if only I could! So that you know only joy, warmth and a smile, So that spring lasts forever in your life.

You are in me, you are around - we are one part. The master and master of my life. My most important thing is Women's happiness - My miracle! My angel! My beloved son!!!

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My son is growing up

My son is growing up, Kind and Cheerful! As we turned one year old, our first tooth grew: White, healthy! Sanka will get up in the morning at six, he will come running to his mother: “Give me something to eat quickly, don’t lie in bed!!” I’ll make him soup, heat up the kettle, he’ll snuggle and whisper: “I feel sorry for you!” The heart will tremble and freeze, It will become so pleasant! It's good that you live... here... with me... next to...

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Do you know who is the best of men? And he lives in the same apartment with me... And I have many reasons, To believe that he is the best in this world. And I’m not at all ashamed to say that he is more dear to me in my life than everyone else. I’m constantly afraid for him And I’m constantly worried about him... Do you know who I love so much? I’ll tell you, it’s not a secret, And for whom I pray to all the Gods, After all, my choice, believe me, is not accidental... I’ll tell you who is the best of men And who in the world is more valuable than all others... He is my most beloved... He is my son.. And there can be no one dearer!!!

**** You are my life, soul and blood. You are why I live! And I will give you every drop of love! You will be happy, I give my word! You won't know grief! Someday you yourself will understand what a mother can do! Grow up baby and be happy! Look fate in the eye! No matter how difficult the path may be, always go forward! Your father's hand will always help you get up when you fall! And in grief, in joy, in trouble, the path will help you find out

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You are sleeping, my little friend, The heart of an angel is innocent. I’ll quietly come up to the crib and kiss you on the cheek. I will carefully, barely breathing, cover you with a blanket. My soul lives in you, in a little tired child. You will turn on your side, smiling carelessly in your sleep. Sleep sweetly, my dear son, I will whisper when I touch your hair. I will meekly keep your sleep through the dark nights. Oh, Lord, do not let anxiety and sorrow befall Him.

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How long the nights last, How long the days pass. And my life became shorter, I whisper: “God save you!”

So that you don’t fall, don’t break, So that you don’t get sick, And don’t be lazy to write letters, You feel sorry for yourself for me.

How quickly you have grown, son, The days have flown by so quickly. Now I repeat day and night “Angel bless you!”

The heart doesn’t want to understand that you grew up a long time ago. And there is no more waiting for you, For many this is funny. Who will feel sorry for you there?

You can't feel sorry for a soldier. And your heart will harden, And it will no longer hurt. And I will repeat the prayer, I will read it again and again, And your heart will not grow cold, Love will remain in it.

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Today is a day marked by the gods.. By the standards of growth, it’s like a giant.. A milestone of fate, growing stronger over the years... My first son was born on this day... And with him love, unprecedented before, And fear, and pain, and the strength of the whole earth. .Prayers, expectations, hopes that could help him. A previously unimaginable return, The ability to protect every moment... I always cry a little on this day.. And my son cannot understand these tears. How significant and meaningful the holiday is... One is such that I celebrate it twice.. Not just a child’s birthday.. But a mother’s birthday... in me..

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I remember the first cry with which my son came into the world, and the sun that rose at that moment, even though the fog had been swirling since the night. I remember the hands of the nurse, Already holding the baby, In the window there is a huge halo of the sun Above this whole sacred rite, Shout baby, live baby. Get to your feet quickly. But, just, I beg you, Once you become strong, remain gentle.

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You timidly lift him up: Live, start, stir. You will give him the best name For the rest of his long life.

And maybe, just wait a minute, Someday you will hear, mother, How proud the people will be to call that name.

But don’t you sometimes become sad when you see that your firstborn is not loved by you alone and you are not needed by you alone?

And he should live somewhere in the capital, and accomplish his lofty feat. No, you will know and be proud and then you will say:

- And I washed him, a boy, And sometimes I didn’t sleep, And I breastfed him, And I gave him a name.

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I thank fate for you, For the fact that I sing you songs at night, For the fact that your eyes look at me, For the fact that I have a son!

For the fact that I hold your hands, For the fact that I carry you in my arms, For the fact that you wake up next to me, And you will tenderly look at me!

For the fact that you are the most beloved in the world, For the fact that I write all these words, For the fact that you are my dear son, For the fact that you are only mine, only mine!!!

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Poem "To Sons"

Children bring us so much happiness. We glow, become more cheerful, And there is no greater joy for me, believe me, than pride in my beloved sons.

Children bring us so much grief, Giving birth to sorrow in the faces of mothers, wrinkles, tears... But still in the world There is no one closer and dearer to us.

Like a mother bird covering her children with her wing - Fly into life! - waves for the last time... And nothing is worth as much as drops of tears from a mother’s eyes

I ask God that He will give your troubles to me, taking strength a hundredfold, So that none of you will ever know pain, Living in Love - the beginning of everything.

Someday you will realize this And, looking at the sky, you will quietly be sad... Or maybe, remembering your mother, you will burst into tears... I will descend like a cloud: “Don’t cry, baby!”

Irina Polonina

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So you have grown up, you are my son! Not a youth, but already a Man! You serve far away, in the mountains, I am not ashamed of such a son! You are a battalion commander, captain, officer! You are the father of two nice children. May God and Allah protect you, may your angel spread his wings, may he protect you from adversity, from loss, from hardship and grief, may he protect your life and grant you great strength.

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Now I’m only a year old and I’m a little sick... Mom walks around the room and asks God for something... I see Mom crying... It’s so easy to offend her. I will be the healthiest, so as not to see her tears...

I'm ten... I got into a fight at school. Bruise... In the diary - not very... I frivolously quipped to Mom, That I’m a boy, not a daughter... And I see Mom crying, Worried again about her son... I will be the most worthy... I must grow up as a man...

I’ve grown up and I’m fifteen...They won’t let me go out again. But it’s time for me to fall in love, but Mom is harsh with me... I see Mom crying when she sees my blog on the Internet... I will be the most cultured so as not to see these tears...

I'm twenty... I'm getting married, guys! A bride with a tattoo... Well, Mom, don’t judge prejudicially... She’s already embarrassed too... I see Mom crying, hugging her daughter-in-law like a daughter, And whispering: “Be yourself, give birth to a son for him!”

I’m forty... I have a wife and children, but hope is smoldering in my heart... And the sun shines so dimly, because my Mom is sick... I cry and Mom whispers, seeing a man’s tear: “I will be healthy myself, because I breathe with you, son...”

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A few commandments for my son

My dear son, you are a continuation of me in the coming years, And my advice is not a lesson to you, but it is my testament. Be poor, son, or rich, be proud of your intelligence, not your goodness. Don’t limp in front of the hunchback, otherwise you will actually become lame.

Make your homeland happy with a good deed, and, following your grandfather and father, Be with it in soul, mind and body, Be with it in action - not in words. Take care of your conscience and honor. Whether to feast or go into battle - Be, son, always with everyone, and at the same time - with yourself.

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To an adult son

We wish you, dear, that the road leads upward; Huge love - one, wonderful friends - many! There would be no end to success, More pleasures... Yes, my son remembered his mother and father Not only on birthdays! Know: we glorify our son in every toast And we always look forward to visiting you with our beloved! A wish for your son Don’t hide from the rain under a stupid umbrella, You must, go against the storm with your chest, Well, and they will ask you, they say, why and how much - You didn’t sit like a stone, you lived and searched! Let, son, be a fair hand, Listen to your heart in the midst of the heat and blizzard, Happiness in life cannot be taken either by fire or by sword, The path of kindness is only towards it, you live in truth!

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Poem to my son “Son, my angel baby”

Son, my angel baby, How I love you, dear, I love your mischievous laughter, I love your look, your smile, I love your sigh, your tear, I love every part, What a joy it is to hear a mother from the lips of her child, When you lie sick and tired , Runs to you, arms apart And gives a tender kiss And mom quietly says I love you, my dear!

L. Reshetnikov

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My son is a ray of light

My son is a blond ray of light! You don’t yet know how big the planet is, You can’t imagine how beautiful the globe is in green summer, white winter. You still don’t know much, your road is long and amazing. Do not rush! - your mother explains to you. You'll still have time to see it! Cheerful baby - blue eyes! I love you so much! With all my heart, very much! Grow up healthy and happy! May your path be full of joy!

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We were sitting in the kitchen, and my daughter said to me, jokingly, casually: “Here, we are conducting a survey on the subject of existence - Would you like to become a grandmother?” “I would like to, but it will completely change your life forever, radically.” - "Yes, I know. Well, I won’t sleep enough, I won’t finish it,” my daughter answered me automatically.

But, this is, well, to put it mildly, It’s not the same, not a soldier’s courage. I was looking for words to convey to her All the responsibility of this step.

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

This is a wound of emotions, anxiety, shame for the child that you created. And about life you can no longer say “Nonsense!” You will never get back what was!”

And, no matter how refined you are, the child’s alarmed cry - “Mom!” Any business will force you to quit urgently, from simple to financial ones.

I wanted to say that her career will suffer with the birth of a child. After all, more than once she will fall into oblivion, feeling the smell of a child’s head.

I wanted to tell her that the weight gained can be lost with diet and exercise. But miracles have never happened in the world yet, Motherhood to throw off on the sly.

And such an important life for you No, it will not be so significant soon. You will forget about everything, tenderly fingering this baby both in joy and in sorrow.

You will learn, daughter, to forget about your dreams, To make a choice whose happiness is more valuable. Do not regret the beauty that is long gone, Ask philosophically: “Perhaps..?”

I want you to know that love for your husband will be the same and not the same at the same time. And you will love him, as if again, As if he shared this burden with you.

And I also wanted to talk about feelings – Feelings of joy, feelings of delight! Only a woman-mother can experience them and keep them in herself for a long time.

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

And a taller birdhouse, and a ball in the yard, New Year and mushroom picking. And stories about this to friends and children, How half the forest trampled underfoot.

I wanted to say... But only in response a tear welled up in my eyes. “You won’t regret that instead of the word “No” “Yes!” told me to let life unfold.”

Extending my hand to my daughter across the table, meeting her, I whispered: “For you, for myself, for all women, whose calling is simply to BE A MOTHER!”

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Mother's happiness

The hands count down the time loudly, And the years melt away like white smoke. But for me you remained a child, My son, glorious and dear! You still have the same cute habits. All the same facial expressions, Son, how glad I am that everything turned out this way. You haven’t grown into a soulless liar. You have become a strong, real man, and in your work you have no equal. Son, visit me more often. This is a mother's secret of happiness!

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Poems - wishes for an adult son

You have become an adult, and we are proud of you! You embodied the Family traits: Cheerful, energetic and skillful, Among the weak - kind, Among the strong - brave. And we want your life to be pure, bright, freed from evil, and for you to be distinguished among everyone by luck, happiness and success!

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My son lives completely differently from me, he does not sing sad songs with me, the world of images is not interesting to him, and words do not attract him.

He smokes his hookah on Saturdays and replaced the word “very” with the faceless “mega.” He once loved Legos, but now he loves ladies, although he is not a Don Juan.

He loves to reason and explain to me this life and all its laws. I drink wine - he drinks whiskey with lemon. Autumn is closer to me, and spring is closer to him.

He throws things, as always, everywhere. He can be rude seriously or for show. But I know that he will not offend anyone and will not leave a loved one in trouble.

They forgive him everything and everyone around him, and the whole neighborhood repeats his jokes. He can be a confidant and a friend and warm under your arm, like under a wing.

He watches outrageous movies and wears elegant clothes, but he often dreams of the touchingly former cheerful and funny “spindle.”

He is still smiling and open, with sensitive white skin like in childhood, but now we are so little alike, and he speaks to me so rarely...

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Poems "TO THE SON"

And so that life is big, beautiful, full, so that there is no shame, no pain at the end of the road! There is a certain line, a line that we are allowed to do. So don’t cross it, son! Look, son, at the sky. And you will see Infinity. All the stars, all the Worlds were created by the Almighty - God. She has always been, she goes into Eternity. The entire Higher World is permeated with beauty, everything there is in inexhaustible love, everything there is in harmony. Do you remember? We saw subtle worlds with you and enjoyed the music of love - the Divine symphony. We play different roles in life, And each of these lives is a story. Don’t cause pain, son, to those walking next to you. Let your conscience measure all your actions. A person cannot live only for himself. In his desires and actions, he always influences everyone. We are a big huge family on earth, And the path is wide for those who create. Wealth and satiety have no meaning on earth. Do you remember that we are children of one Father. Let the pain of others resonate in your soul, So that indifference does not build a network. But if you have recognized the secret of Being, distribute the golden grains with love. The law of the universe is that everything you gave will be rewarded and replenished by the Almighty. Go son and sow your fields, so that the seedlings are good, sift all the grains. Your earthly life will end, and the harvest will ripen for you. Just save your mind from the black shadow. You are given signs from the Universe, don’t pass them by, son. They are in the rays of sunset, in a snow storm, They are from the light of the Morning Star. The light of the rainbow will always remind you of the Higher World, of Divine love. Take care and remember sacredly in your heart, the One who leads us along the difficult path. We are undergoing evolution in different kingdoms. Can you hear? The transition period is approaching. The Cosmic Fire is already approaching the earth, the stream of the new era is moving. And according to the law of the Higher Powers and the Universe, nothing can stop Him. And only he will accommodate it, whose thoughts and desires are for the good of the world, but not for themselves. Accept the energy of distant worlds, It contains the essence of all life - the secret of Being. The flight of your ideas will be high, and you will understand what your mission is. Do good, son, and spread it around the world, Give your light to those living on earth. Love and will will increase your strength, And I will say a prayer to you: “And so that life is big, beautiful, full, So that there is no shame, no pain at the end of the road! There is a certain line, a line that we are allowed to do. So don’t cross it, son!”

Svetlana Zhachuk

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Poems about son

In the morning I woke up in a bad mood, The slightest trifle seems like grief to me - Socks in the corners and cookie bits, And everything irritates me, and everything doesn’t feel right to me. Comrades, how many times have I repeated - Toys - on the shelf, tights - in the chest of drawers..., Cleaning down the drain, all over again, As if I don’t have enough problems and worries! Both father and son are not serious people, There is not a drop of remorse on their faces! Go for a walk in the frosty air, and don’t bother me with cooking dinner! We got dressed, got ready, sniffled guiltily - - Well, mommy, why did you leave this morning? They took the ice cube, bucket and shovel, And I trudged to my frying pans... Potato shavings are crawling hastily, Carrots and onions squeak appetizingly, Things are sorted, toys are on the shelves... I sit enjoying the order around me. But something for happiness is again missing, An unusual silence rings in my ears, And quietly my anger disappears, I’ll go and look at my people from the window... ... The picture is like this - snowflakes are flying, Downstairs in the yard there is bustle and laughter, Ice floes are cutting through the snowdrift with a whistle, Amusing and there is enough fun for everyone! Mine got down to serious business - It looks like they started to sculpt something. The child rolls a snowball ineptly, And the husband helps to consolidate the success. The son diligently comprehends the skill - He pours a bucket, shakes it with a shovel, And a hot lump rises to his throat - Oh God, how quickly my baby is growing.. As if recently - diapers, vaccinations, Steps in a walker from corner to the door, Tired happiness from the first smile, Sleepless nights until dawn... I stand, propping up the radiator with my edge, A child made of snow works wonders, Why am I hanging around here and missing everything??? After all, this is half an hour from his life!!! I’m running up the steps, in a hurry and worried, This winter is so short.. And my frozen nose is buried in my cheek Mommy, how I love you! May my homework not be appreciated again, May the soup on the stove not be finished yet, There are much more important things in the world - My son and I made a snowman!

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Wish for my son

Always be cheerful, never be sad. It will be difficult - stay strong, There will be wind - don’t bend, It will hurt - don’t cry, Don’t hide your eyes in your palm. If there are thunderstorms - go, If there are tears - wipe them away, If you are scared - hold on. Remember, life is life! Holiday wishes for your son Son, always be lucky in everything, May your affairs always go well! We are proud of you day after day, We wish you true friendship and love, the fulfillment of any and the most wonderful dreams, bright and great success to you, We are happy when you are happy!

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I miss you, son! I miss you my love. And you can’t hide your feelings between the lines... the heart is disobedient and vulnerable. I really want to hug you. My soul is both painful and alarming. The mother is not used to being separated. Separating from your son is impossible! Forgive me for crying sometimes. I tell myself: “quiet!” I know that separation is not a problem, only pain at times... is through the roof. I miss you, son, I couldn’t bear to part, apparently I kept breaking up... for the future, the bitterness of all separations has already been drunk. I pray to God for mercy, and light a candle with hope. How I love you, son, how much I miss you...

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We wish our son

Son, today is your holiday! We wish you with all our hearts, So that you can achieve everything, So that you are happy, son! You are smart, brave, this means you will achieve success in everything!

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My little, my sweet boy

My little, my sweet boy, I love to watch you sleep... When you snore softly, And next to you is your bear and bunny... You are my best friend! I love your mischievous laughter, When you play with the children, My beloved, glorious son! Flower, my bunny, kitten! May God keep you from troubles, May you be healthy and happy for a hundred years, My dear little child!

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Birth of a son

How amazing is the moment of the birth of my son and the anticipation of his appearance all nine months.

I listen, I pay full attention. Such a special contact And sometimes I don’t understand what THIS is happening like this...

So carefully and so vulnerable, So joyful and fussy, Then suddenly and silently sad The days flash, the hours fly.

And in this beautiful bustle, Nothing can be in vain: Even if quietly, but already so clearly, Soul and soul speak.

With concentrated excitement I rush to redo everything, And in anticipation of the birth I cherish every moment...

All-consuming tenderness Now alone owns me - Incomprehensible and boundless, Like life itself or love!

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My affectionate, gentle, my sweet baby

My affectionate, gentle, my dear baby, Again you cried, again you are not sleeping. You wake up mom, and dad will come and gently take you in his arms. I’ll snuggle up to you, I won’t dare to breathe, You’ll start to fall asleep in my arms. Involuntarily a tear comes to your eyes, Oh, how good the baby’s soul is. You brought joy at dawn in January, You burst into life on a beautiful horse. What a joy it is to be a father again, to go through life, to be a happy messenger. You are the son, I am the father and this is our tandem, Together we are at the peak of everyday problems. I will grab you tightly by the hand, And like a captain, I will lead you into the ocean. Let all the misfortunes melt, go away, let the misfortunes fade and disappear all at once. I believe that times will come for us, Be happy, baby, my dear, forever!

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Congratulations on your son's birthday

You know who is the best, Whom I hug tenderly, Who is kind, cheerful, handsome, My beloved son, of course! I wish you to be healthy and learn a lot in life! Grow up, be a helper in the house, and I will be proud of you! Happy birthday!

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God bless my son, protect him from all misfortunes. After all, I live only for him And in him alone is my whole life and happiness. God bless my son, guide him on the right path, let him have sunshine in his life and never know anxiety. Keep him, always be near him.. Keep him, Do you hear, I beg you! After all, I live only by him alone, And I breathe by him alone, you know that.. Love him, always support him, Let his eyes always shine! And never leave him, give him everything he dreams of! God bless my son, I will kneel before You... After all, I live only for him... Keep him, You hear me, I beg you!

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A happy dream closed your eyelashes, leaving a thick shadow on your cheeks. Tell me what do you dream about at night? What dreams live among these walls?

Why did the Lord give me such happiness - To raise you, to cherish you, to contemplate, To love you with all possible passion And to gently press you to my heart?

I will kiss the sleepy palm, I will thread my finger into the soft curl. How sweetly your little nose sniffles! How good you are, my sleepy angel!

How I love it when you calm down, trustingly clinging to my cheek... Someday, my baby, you will know that you hold my heart in your fist.

Sleep, my sweet, glorious, serene one, May the Angel guard your peace! For the greatest tenderness in the world, I am forever indebted to you.

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Mother's happiness The hands count down the time loudly, And the years melt away like white smoke. But for me you remained a child, My son, glorious and dear! You still have the same cute habits. All the same facial expressions, Son, how glad I am that everything turned out this way. You haven’t grown into a soulless liar. You have become a strong, real man, and in your work you have no equal. Son, visit me more often. This is a mother's secret of happiness!

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Even in your silence, son, I can hear a scream...

In the darkness of the open windows, in the rain, in the rain, the mood of the soul, behind the playful melody of curly curls, you can barely hear the inaudible “just breathe”!!!

Only in a dream do we fly far away Where the night draws the dawn in circles In the marshmallow morning, waking up side by side Eyes whisper to me “I don’t exist without you”!!!

Only in him do I find solace To all the bruises and scars of the soul The range of shadows and the palette of forgiveness Asks in silence - “just live”!!!

Our bridges are tightly connected to it. The sign along the road of fate shouts “CAUTION”! “Mom, just hold on... Since I am you... Without you, my life is completely impossible”!!!

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Wherever I am, and wherever you are - my child, blood, sprout, no matter how the roads of fate divide us, know that I am always there, my son!

I get sick when you are in pain, dear, I smile when you shine with happiness... I quietly, like a woman, admire you, still hoping that you won’t notice...

I pray to all the saints that your lot will be easier... as far as possible. Remember, my joy, that I love you! No matter how difficult life may be for us...

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They tell me that I give too much love to my children, that maternal anxiety ages my life before its time. Well, what can I answer them, Hearts as impassive as armor? The love I gave to my children makes me stronger. Everything is in it - And joy, And patience, And those crazy nightingales... For this pure grief Thank you, my sons!

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My son is growing up... But I still won’t get used to it - The child’s voice has been replaced by a bass voice. He imperceptibly turns into a man, My nice boy, my own son.

He looks like an adult, but at heart he is a child. He doesn’t believe himself that he’s ready for anything. Poking at my shoulder like a blind kitten, He seemed stuck between two worlds.

I understand that it is not easy for him now. Sometimes I don't know what to do with him. But I believe that a metamorphosis of growth will pass, My son will become an adult, but will remain mine...

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I look with pride and sadness at my adult son... Already a man, but in fact - my soul, the work of my heart...

How small and stupid he was, how stately and smart he is now... How my lips are shaped, and how my father is broad in the shoulders...

My soul is always with you, loving you with my prayer... I will protect you with my breath, with my eyes, my son is my little blood.

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If I’m not around, remember, my boy, I keep you safe, I’m always with you. If there is anxiety in your heart, tell Mom in confidence. I will hug you and together we will immediately forget about this. My dear, give me a man’s palm, I will warm each of your fingers. Mom’s heart is different; it just doesn’t know how to love...

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I feel your breath and it makes me feel calm. I write to you, read and sing to you, I will fill myself entirely with you alone.

You are the closest, sweetest and dearest, You are the best in the world, in the universe, And I live only by you, You are dearer than everyone - the most precious.

And I take your pain upon myself, And I double my joy, I feel you with every cell, You are my strength and you are my weakness.

My love is so great that it simply cannot be captured in words. She is clean, transparent and light, She is understandable only to me - as a mother.

****

My son... My talisman... my luck... My pearl on the path of life... You can’t imagine how much you mean to me... I’ll walk by your side all my life... How time has flown by unnoticed. Business, work, everyday life and vanity, Oh, there’s so much to tell you I didn’t have time, While I was busy with things, You grew up! And almost already a man You skillfully offer me your shoulder. That’s why fate gave me a son. For that, Lord, I thank you!

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The boy was hungry and barefoot, he had not eaten for a long time, and his head was spinning. He knocked on the door and asked for water, but the woman brought out... milk! And that glass gave me strength to live again! He believed that there is kindness in the world!

Many years passed... and he became a doctor. His life slowly moved forward. On his rounds he saw a woman, the one who once gave milk! She was sick, and seriously. She urgently needed surgery! He saved her life, exerting all his strength, Kindness lives and conquers!...

They brought a receipt for payment, “You’ll have to pay for the rest of your life!” — I thought then, And taking the piece of paper, I couldn’t believe my eyes! She cried with joy! Bill paid! He wrote next to it: “Paid for with a glass of milk!”

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The mother rocked her son... bayushki - bayu, You will grow up, son... remember your mother. The night is already passing and the dawn is rising. The mother rocked her son... I thought - not in vain.

She drove away all the bad thoughts from herself, and with what pride she led me to first grade. The years flew by - down the mountain, down the river, The boy had his first graduation in his life.

Then he studied in a big city, and then his son went into the army. The mother was worried... she didn’t sleep at night, she saved every penny for her son.

She asked the Lord... all the words were like a groan, About the health of her son at the holy icons. The wedding ended... “The smoke stood like a column” And the son left his father’s old house.

His life circled him in a carousel of days, He doesn’t call... doesn’t write to his mother, And she still cries, sitting by the window, Little gray cat... but she’s alone.

And the soul weeps and it burns under the heart, Why doesn’t the son go... the grandchildren are unlucky? In general, everything in life is good for my son, he has arranged his life, he has found himself.

He worked sparingly for his family...But he didn’t remember about her...but he forgot about her. And this will never reach my son, that through his mother’s prayer, he lives like this.

My son is crying at the coffin... “Mommy, I’m sorry.” I have to carry this heavy burden to the end. Remembering your parents is a law of life. He remembered this after the funeral.

I caught my eye in a secret corner, Mom’s savings in a handkerchief. There is a note nearby... “I was waiting for you, Here I collected what I could, son.”

He cried over the money, cursing himself, He made that kind of money in half a day. And the soul weeps... and there is no forgiveness, Mother collected them for ten whole years...

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**** The decrepit old woman said: Remember the truth, son! You will not know happiness in life when there is a lock in your soul. Don’t eat what the eye doesn’t want, don’t go where it’s not yours. Life returns like a boomerang, answer for your word. Having said it, do it right away, otherwise you will be an empty nester. Live for those you love, so that you don’t die alone in silence. Love, strive and achieve, otherwise there will be emptiness. Don't say life is a dump when the strategy is wrong.

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What gift from a parent, my son, do you expect from yours? What if I give you my guardian angel?

Let you have two of them, And the path will become safer - After all, what a time it is now! And I? And somehow I...

****CALL HER BY MY NAME…..

My dear! call your daughter by my name so that in her face I can fall in love with you, so that I can laugh at you with her lips, so that I can show my sadness to you with her tears, so that I can step on your footprints with her feet….

My dear! call your daughter by my name so that you can admire me in her face, so that you can carry me in your arms holding her in your arms, so that you can be next to me all day long, you play with her, so that you look for my features, you delve into her face...

My dear! call your daughter by my name so that from her lips you can hear my answers so that you can stroke me in her face so that I can say goodbye in her voice “stay happily”!!! so that when you see her off you can say goodbye to me forever...

MY DEAR! AND THEN I WILL NAME MY SON BY YOUR NAME SO THAT I WILL BE NEAR YOU WHEN I AM WITH HIM….

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My son, you are the only one I have And only I have become the happiest person on earth There is no mother in the world happier than me There is no mother happier than me!!!

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Even though you haven’t served yet, you are persistent, strong, not capricious. The eye is sharp and the hand is firm, the future Defender of the Fatherland! After all, if there is a war to bring fire and destruction into our home, you will not stand on the sidelines - you will protect your mother, sister, friend! And in order to win again, be healthy, smart, cheerful: Study diligently - with “A” grades And do more sports!!!

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For a woman, more precious than all men - The son she bore into this world... And all the prayers to God are for one thing, That he may lead the child in a proven way... The man is the best, no doubt, Who says: “Mommy, hello, Men know how to cause pain, But you can’t it is necessary to explain that there is no more beloved woman in the world than the one who gave birth to him...

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Your son asked him to sing before bed. But you didn’t manage to finish the evening chores on time, and the house was not tidied. She only smacked her lips in a hurry and didn’t even sit down on the edge of the bed. He sniffled, burying his nose in the teddy bear. There were so many different things to do, And there was no time to put the boy to bed... Already big - what’s up, not a baby - They didn’t sing to you at that age. I asked - but you said that you were in a hurry, And there was no point in being capricious in bed... You didn’t have time... Many different “nots” Seven years have accumulated during this. The son smiles sweetly in his sleep In the dim light of a green lamp... He will grow up, because this is how the years fly by, He takes off his yellow pajamas. He will grow up and, as an adult, never sing a lullaby again!!!

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My son, there is no unnecessary dispute between us. But now I’m not hiding anything from you. A mother's heart is wider than any space. So open it! - I'm telling you.

You master it, you master all his inspiration. Be more faithful than your fathers and smarter than your grandfathers. That's my mother's blessing. You won't find anything more valuable in the whole world.

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I will kiss the tenderly soft hand, I will barely touch my nose with my lips, My heart will skip a beat with love for my son, For me there is no better creature in the world! The precious baby is sleeping carelessly, Tiny fingers clenched into a fist, He will become the first guy in the future, of course, He is already a cool guy today! Dear boy, my ray of sunshine! I admire you, my joy is endless! Be healthy and happy, my dear son, Because with you my youth will last. Worried about you, I turn to the children and the words come from the depths of my soul: You are more precious to us than all the riches in the world, Happiness and joy to you, our kids!!!

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You will grow up, and I will not know with whom you spend your days and even nights, But I will still call you the same as in childhood - my dear son.

You will grow up... You will accept the blows of Fate, I think, with dignity. And clench your teeth and clench your fists, But I will no longer kiss where it hurts.

And if we can’t cope with dad anymore. There’s a leaking faucet or other troubles, Your voice on the phone will firmly tell me: “Mommy, don’t touch anything - I’ll be there right away.”

Well, for now - pajamas in the clouds, And for the night about the elephant and Aibolit. Your heart is in your mother’s hands, Your soul is still vulnerable and open.

I will try very hard, my dear, To give what I can and ward off bad weather: So that you remember your childhood with a smile, So that you know what happiness is like...

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Adult children and little adults

Modern psychologists have noticed one strange trend: often children who have problems with their parents turn out to be much smarter than their fathers.
This is due to the fact that in our century modern technologies appear, ideas about marriage change, and stereotypes that were lived not even by specific families, but by the whole state, are destroyed. After all, during the USSR, ordinary citizens who regularly paid membership fees and took part in party life did not have the opportunity to express themselves and do as they wanted. If someone turned out to be different from everyone else, society became merciless and almost always destroyed any independent endeavors. Read more: Child psychology. The main stages of childhood However, now the trends have changed: mothers have become modern and “advanced”, and their children are more likely to be friends than respectable descendants. And new technologies are making themselves felt: in order to raise a child, you no longer need to seek advice from teachers and educators; it is enough to find a suitable methodology that promotes the child’s self-development.

But even on this basis, conflicts can arise: if a mother, raised in the era of the Union, gives advice to an adult daughter or son, a conflict arises. It can be avoided: you just need to realize that there are adult children and little adults who are unlikely to find a common language. Therefore, adult children should choose those tips that are actually useful, and put the rest on the back burner.

Beautiful poems

One of the most difficult options for congratulations. It requires hard work, especially if you do everything unique and original.

Alternatively, turn to a book of toasts or the Internet in order to read and understand which congratulations on your wedding day are most suitable. Before deciding on the meaning of the poem, it is necessary to determine its meaning.

lyrical;
musical;
comic;
touching;
edifying.

It will be especially good if you can combine two semantic loads at once in a lyrical text. For example, start with a joke and end on a touching note.

The best congratulations in poetic form will be a slightly formal speech, filled with a humorous tone and a reverent attitude.

Independent son

An independent son almost always frightens his parents: he does not obey his father, does not lead the kind of life that his mother would like to see, and most importantly, he is completely unable to be re-educated. Sometimes such a young man even leaves home to start an independent life, in which there will no longer be parents and other relatives.

If the mother begins to notice that the adult child has begun to move away, the best tactic is non-intervention. If parents are sure that the child has not come under the influence of a religious organization, does not use drugs and is not associated with the criminal world, leaving home can be regarded as a certain stage that everyone goes through. After all, parents once left their homes to start a family and give birth to sons.

An independent son and daughter shouldn’t be scary: they haven’t changed at all, they’ve just gotten older. And if a child stops spending the night at home when he turns 18 and declares that he wants to get married, you just need to come to terms with it and support an adequate choice. After all, how wonderful it is when good grandchildren are born in a happy young marriage, whom grandparents happily nurse. And only an independent son can give heirs, because a “mama’s boy” who is under guardianship and never leaves his mother’s side will have serious problems with the opposite sex and social life, which will only get worse over time. Such children are not adapted to the modern world and often end their lives very poorly.

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Does a grown man need a mother?

Of course it is needed.
Absolutely everyone needs it, regardless of age, nationality and gender. After all, no one else can understand their child so well and help in a difficult situation. However, even here it is necessary to distinguish between the concepts of “mother” and “mommy”: if the first is an assistant who can spend time with her grandchildren, host them at the dacha, and prepare a delicious dinner, then the latter is an enemy who sometimes turns out to be worse than a stepmother. An adult man wants to see in his mother not a second wife who controls and to whom there are certain responsibilities, but a faithful friend to whom he can come at any moment. Often the powers that be admit that in difficult moments, when there is no one to expect help from, they return to their father’s house, where their mother’s wing, a cup of tea and delicious borscht await them. It is on such evenings that fathers and children become truly close.

Even if a mother is not satisfied with the choice of an adult child, she should act wisely and not ruin her happiness. Tell me how to act correctly in a difficult situation, unobtrusively ask how the newlyweds are doing and how the daughter-in-law is feeling - and a wonderful relationship with your adult son is guaranteed.

Often the mother helps in those difficult moments when the child is in a state of divorce or severe shock. Then real parents do not reproach their child, but support them in every possible way and give hope that their personal life will improve and a person will appear in it who is truly worthy of love and respect.