The 1st All-Russian competition of foster family diaries “Our Stories” of the Timchenko Charitable Foundation has ended. The competition laureates and their families will come to Moscow for the award ceremony, which will take place tomorrow, November 24, at the State Historical Museum.

432 works from different regions of the Russian Federation were submitted for consideration by the jury.

We present the story that received the Grand Prix of the competition - the story of Irina Larionova from Novosibirsk. Irina and her husband Vasily have 2 adopted sons.

“Well, how do you like me?”

For the first time I realized how you can drown in your eyes... This day was six years ago, but it feels like yesterday! We arrived at the shelter on December 29 - everyone was in a hurry, it was New Year's Eve. The kid was warned that “Aunt Ira and Uncle Vasya” were coming, because he had just turned 5 years old, just a couple of weeks ago. And so he waits, we are driving along a broken winter road from Novosibirsk to the region, we approach - our knees are shaking: how will we see you? how will you meet? what will he say? will he be happy or not?
Let's go in. They greeted us cordially, as if they were our own, we go to the stairs, we go up (the stairs have a bend - the upper landing is not visible), I raise my head and the bag of gifts almost falls from my hands. So many eyes! Finally, I see HIM - that’s when I drowned in his eyes, as if in space. There was no one around, just me and the baby.

And now, when I have both failures and victories, I immediately remember that moment.

We were driving home: he was in the back seat, squeezed into a chair (although he already knew us well), very quiet. And everything around us sparkles with white snow: the fields, the road, the crowns of trees, the roofs of village houses... The road is long - two hours along the highway - and the whole way we drove in silence, looking into each other’s eyes.

We went up to the apartment and took off our winter clothes. The baby in the huge apartment shrank like a mouse, the question in his eyes: how am I? How can I be here?

For three months we didn’t separate from each other at all, we lived as if glued to each other: my dad and I set the coffee table and visited our baby, in his little children’s world, full of fears, pain, despair, cold and hunger. And little by little that world went away, letting go of the baby: the eyes shone, and we began to sing, and dance, and learn to play: yes, yes, just play, - we didn’t even know how to play with cars before.

He became more relaxed, and the need arose for the help of specialists—psychologists. Our first assistants were psychologists from the Solar Circle. How many hours we spent with them! The baby learned to live in another world: without pain and cold, without screams and quarrels: in a world where there is a mom and dad (we became mom and dad on the second day and then cried into the pillow with joy all night).

From him I learned to love “just like that”

So we walked hand in hand, taking every step together, intertwined like a rope: it didn’t seem very powerful, but it couldn’t be broken. There have been so many moments in life when you take your breath away, sometimes from happiness, sometimes from despair: it was everything. And most importantly, along the way I came across people who were sincere, not indifferent, both in care and everywhere.

After all, there are a million questions, and you can’t always find the answer alone. We are still friends with everyone we met along the way.

Our baby is so sociable, friendly, talented and sincere.

Next to him, the whole world became kinder and more joyful. A year later, almost the entire neighborhood knew us, and he managed to chat with everyone. We’ll sit on all the benches and pay attention to all the grandmothers; we’ll get to know everyone with the guys.

For the first time I met a little man who loves the whole world, loves just like that: sincerely, from the bottom of his heart, and we - adults - had a lot to learn from him!!! The little man who saw only pain and fear loved life in all its manifestations, he loves people, and, surprisingly, EVERYONE.

Santa Claus is coming to you

New Year. We ordered Santa Claus home for Sasha. Dressed up. We prepared the Christmas tree and gifts: we sit, wait, and our Grandfather is no longer there. All eyes were already on, but they didn’t tell the baby about the surprise: he was languishing in a suit, waiting for something, but he didn’t know what yet.

What can we do, Santa Claus didn’t come, it’s an embarrassment, but we don’t get lost, we take out gifts, eat sweets, and play! The kid still didn’t understand what his parents were up to, what did they want from him?

Two days pass, everyone is at home on the sofa, we are not expecting guests, and suddenly the phone rings: Santa Claus is coming to see you!!! He's already heading up the stairs to the apartment! What can we do, we don’t have time to put a suit on Sasha, it’s good that there are some gifts left in the bins. The doorbell rings, I open it, quickly hide the gifts in Grandfather’s bag, we go into the room and... The child is in a stupor, he saw Santa Claus for the first time at the age of six. I got scared. He stands as if not a boy, but a wooden Pinocchio.

His grandfather sings, dances, and shows with balloons. Well, about fifteen minutes later our Pinocchio came to life. At this point it came to poetry, and to photos with Grandfather. True, when Santa Claus decided to rock the baby in his arms, Sasha became Pinocchio again. The grandfather holds him in his arms, and Sanka stretched out his arms like sticks parallel in front of him and froze. Santa Claus, who was sensitive, got caught, let go of our guy’s hands and let’s start dancing in circles again. Sanka thawed again.

Grandfather left, and we sat quietly for a long time and did not believe what it was. And then our little one, in grades up to third grade, touched Santa Clauses at all the Christmas trees, looked into his eyes - looking for the very REAL one who came home.

Thanks to the man-teacher!

Days and years fly by, you don’t notice them in the bustle. And it seems that your little son is still just a little boy, but when you look, he’s not!

Soon it will be 11 years, and six years of our life have passed like one day. And now I remember his first solo appearance on stage. Dress rehearsal: there are a lot of people in the hall, Sanka comes out, sings something or tries to sing, I suggest from the audience, and so does the vocal teacher. Everyone sang. He comes down from the stage, but we can’t take the microphone from his hands - he grabbed it so hard! With difficulty, the microphone was returned, and he stood there for half an hour with his hands clasped. And again, thanks to an excellent vocal teacher: the guy started singing, got involved, and we were so happy to hear from my son: “singing is my life!”

LIFE! JOY! HAPPINESS! GOOD! WARM! PARTICIPATION - such simple words, we hear and say them every day, but how much they mean to those who need them, those whose lives depend on them. I experience every moment of our family’s life in this way and understand: if there weren’t so many kind and truly sympathetic people around, we would not have achieved such results, how much harder and more confusing our path would have been.

We are walking along the road with the boys, and there is a kitten, dirty, unhappy, and, of course: “Mom! Well mom!” You understand: you can’t leave without a kitten, and you take it, and carry it, and wash it, and feed it, and all because you are unable to deny your children mercy and compassion!

For me, there is nothing more important in the world than the happy and calm eyes of my children: yes, yes, because I saw their eyes differently: full of tears, resentment, disappointment... Everything can be given so that our children do not remember that when -that was different. And so you run and fly and jump, and try to make your children happy every day, so that they believe that happiness can be created with your own hands: albeit small, unnoticed by others, but important and common for you and your loved ones.

We try to teach this to our children, that’s why every day is so important to us, that’s why we are strong when together, when hand to hand.

Second

How much pain there was in my heart when my eldest son said: “I won’t have a family, but I will have a dog or a boy from an orphanage.” Here are the years of orphanhood!

There are many roads in our lives, and we walk, choosing our path. And there are many days in our lives: they flash, they fly by, but there are those that remain with us forever.

There was another day and the eyes of the second child: I came to the orphanage for my long-awaited second son and while I was waiting... in general, I left with something completely different.

At first there are hugs, but also grinding, of course. The boy is an adult - 11 years old. Ugh. It was different. Only love helps, and also help: psychologists, guardianship. The path is difficult, but joyful.

I remember everyone who helped us

And how many memories! And joint holidays with the same children, and mutual assistance from adoptive parents. Going to the park together, having a competition, drinking tea - these are seemingly simple joys, but for us these joys are common, because we have gone through so much together... It’s so nice and so necessary to see the smiles of people, those who are happy with you, understand you without words he rejoices and grieves with you!

This is how days come to mind that you want to talk about: you start talking and don’t stop, but that’s because every day with our children is like the first.

I sent my sons to summer camp - I thought I wouldn’t survive a day of separation. Lasted three. She rushed in, and the children were happy! They didn’t even remember that the phones were turned off! My husband and I thought: we’ll take at least a month off in the summer, the boys are on vacation, but no! The house is empty and lonely without them.

Parents' day at summer camp. Heat. The children are all excited about the holiday. How can parents boast about their success? We watch it with dad and our heart skips a beat. So it’s not all in vain. All the sleepless nights, tears, and worries are not in vain. And before my eyes are the faces of people who were always there and helped.

“Mom, let's take the kitten!”

There are a lot of animals in the house, we live in a private house: three dogs, two cats, birds, turtles, but here we are walking along the road with the boys, and there is a kitten, so small, dirty, unhappy, hungry, and, of course: “Mom! Well mom!” You understand: you can’t leave without a kitten, and you take it, and carry it, and wash it, and feed it, and all because you are unable to deny your children mercy and compassion!

There are no words to tell everything and convey the feelings of both us, parents, and our children.

We all try to be happy and go to this land of happiness together. Some are faster, some are slower, some are successful, some are not so successful, but we all want the same thing - health and happiness for our children, family and ourselves.

And so you run and fly, and jump, and try to make your children happy every day, so that they believe that happiness can be created with your own hands: albeit small, unnoticed by others, but important and common for you and your loved ones

My husband and I know for sure that we were not mistaken in becoming parents - adoptive parents, although, frankly, we are FAMILY!

I am proud when I hear “Mom, Mom” and I want to go forward and fly!

And fireworks burst into my heart with tenderness and love for my children!

September 1 - your heart skips a beat every time you take your child to school, even if not by the hand, but side by side “shoulder to shoulder”!

We say children are the flowers of life! How accurate is this comparison? Children mean work every day, they mean mistakes, they mean successes, they mean tears and laughter, they mean torn pants, grades of two and five, holidays, ... you can’t list everything! Children are just life, life itself. It happens that we quarrel so much that feathers fly, and then we sit on the sofa, hug, cuddle - well, much more dear!

The website Miloserdie.ru thanks the Timchenko Foundation, which organizedThe first All-Russian competition of diaries of adoptive families “Our Stories”for providing materials

Children are flowers of life! A statement that is very often heard from adults. What exactly do they mean by comparing children to flowers? Most likely, this comparison comes from the fact that children, like flowers, need careful care and attention. But do all adults understand what kind of care is needed and how care should be taken? What kind of person will grow up to depend on their actions and actions? Or, putting it back into comparison, how sooner or later will the flower wither?

The appearance of a child in a family is, first of all, responsibility for what kind of person this family will release into society, how he will go on a free voyage and how he will be able to live a happy and long life. In this regard, adults must understand how they will raise their child, know what are the important points in upbringing and development, and what conditions need to be created for him to grow up healthy, full-fledged and happy.

Few parents prepare to become parents even before birth, lead a healthy lifestyle while still in the womb, create favorable conditions for the child’s development and are interested in the psychology of children. But it is very important to know what the main age periods and crises are, the features of the development of the physiological, emotional, intellectual spheres, what qualities need to be formed in a given period, what conditions need to be created for the child to develop, and much more. But most importantly, parents must realize that the child needs their love and attention.

Now, most often, parents shift responsibility for upbringing to others: grandmothers, nannies, educators and teachers. This is due to the fact that many of them consider it important to create the most improved material atmosphere, that is, so that the child does not need anything. But the problem is that in such a situation, the child is deprived of maximum maternal and even paternal love and care, which he needs much more than all the toys and things combined. Of course, it is important in what conditions the child will grow up, but what is more important is how much attention his parents will pay to him in the form of playing together, walking, reading books, watching videos, how often he will feel their presence and direct contact. There is one wonderful story that clearly shows the importance of the presence of parents in a child’s life and the importance for the child to feel and feel their love:

"Once upon a time there was a little girl. She had a mother and father. The girl knew that her mother loved her, but did not understand how. Mom was always busy, always sad and tired. And dad was either not at home, or he was talking angrily to mom .

Very often the girl lived with her grandmother, who probably loved her too, but was strict. And the girl dreamed of the day when she would see her mother. But she saw her mother near her when she started to get sick. And that’s why the girl loved to get sick.

One day, when her mother was very far away, in another city, the girl was unable to calculate her strength and became so ill that she was admitted to the hospital. Without mom. The girl was very scared, she decided that no one needed her if she was sent to live in someone else’s house, with other people’s aunts, where they only hurt her.

Before the girl had time to understand why she was punished like that, someone said that she could not even go out into the corridor. And then the girl thought that there was no one worse than her in the world. And she resigned herself.

She didn't resist. She lay down on the bed. The girl didn’t see why she could want to get up again.

However, the hope that mother would suddenly appear, a very fragile hope - small rays - still remained.

From time to time the girl came out of oblivion, from somewhere in the darkness, and saw either a plate on the nightstand with untouched semolina porridge, which seemed wooden, or bottles and tubes through which something was dripping and dripping... And seeing a needle in her body, I was very surprised that I didn’t feel pain.

And still there was no mother... One by one, the rays of hope faded.

SHE DIDN'T KNOW how many days and weeks had passed.

Opening her eyes, the girl saw a white worm on a gray duvet cover and could not remember what was wrong with her and where she was. I just looked and looked at the worm. And I saw myself as if from the outside. She and this little living creature are not disgusting, not beautiful - nothing at all. Near...

The last ray has gone out.

The girl closed her eyes. She didn't see or hear anything. And only darkness. The girl is almost "there"...

Suddenly, a very faint feeling of warmth! From somewhere through the walls. She was afraid to believe it. I was tense. Yes, even “from there” she felt her mother.

The girl knew that her mother loved her, but did not understand how.

The girl doesn’t see or hear yet, but somehow she understands that the mother did not come herself, that the mother was called to look at the girl.

The girl doesn’t yet know whether her mother needs her now. She tensed. She is waiting...

Suddenly she feels how warm, her mother’s warmth will envelop her from head to toe. The girl opens her eyes, sees her mother, but rather guesses than hears: “Daughter, do you want anything?”

The girl, still afraid to believe, thinks rather than says: “Draw for me.”

This was the first thing that came to mind, to check, to make sure, without delay: is it true that they want to do something for her, for the girl?

And mom understood... And she started drawing. Mom draws with ecstasy. An almost extinguished soul awakens in the girl. She already sees and hears. She understands that her mother is drawing for her. For girl! For the sake of the girl!

It seems that the mother is afraid to believe that her daughter is already here, with her. Mom feels that as soon as she stops drawing, the girl will leave her again, leave for good.

And mom draws. Diligently. Almost without breathing. Without distractions.

The girl seems to be growing wings. She asks to sit her down. She wants to see her mother. And how mom draws.

And mom draws an orange maple leaf. Then a doll. Then something else... The girl looks and looks.

The door opens, a woman in a white robe enters and, in amazement, seems to stumble upon a glass wall. Someone else runs in...And more. Everyone stands and watches.

Mom and girl feel a little guilty. Mom doesn’t raise her head, afraid to tear the pencil off the paper.

And all the rays of hope suddenly flared up again, came to life and turned into an orange sun in my mother’s drawing."

This is a true story. The girl was 7 years old, she was hospitalized because she had lost love not just as the perception of her mother’s warmth, but as a feeling - the main meaning-forming value inherent in the individual. The mother was called to say goodbye to the child. A little more and it would have been too late. But my mother acted as an intuitive psychologist. Not with words, but with actions, she proved and showed her daughter that this life is worth continuing, because love has not disappeared anywhere. The girl believed in her mother’s real presence and her love, and it was her mother’s actions that convinced the girl that she needed her and that she was a person, i.e. a human being accepted by the outside world and interacting with it emotionally and meaningfully.

Returning to flowers, children, like flowers, without love and care can quickly wither and the responsibility for this lies with the parents. And as mentioned above, care should not be shown only in the material support of the child’s life, because children, if we do not instill in them that this is important and this is the main thing, they do not realize the value of things that we attach to it. Children are much happier when their mom and dad play with them, for example, hide and seek or tag, or when they read a book together, walk in the park, feed the birds, when the child asks questions, and the parents answer him when he wants to do what - he and his parents give him such an opportunity when they simply hug them and with this hug they convey all their love. At such moments, children realize that their parents love them. They feel it and understand that they are significant and that life is an interesting and wonderful thing)))

Children are the flowers of life

Children are the flowers of life
The expression was based on the phrase “children are the living flowers of the earth” from the story “Former People” (1897) by the writer Maxim Gorky (pseudonym of Alexei Maksimovich Peshkov, 1868-1936).

Encyclopedic Dictionary of winged words and expressions. - M.: “Locked-Press”. Vadim Serov. 2003.

See what “Children are the flowers of life” in other dictionaries:

Noun, number of synonyms: 1 children (26) ASIS Dictionary of Synonyms. V.N. Trishin. 2013… Synonym dictionary

Children are the flowers of life- so stick them back into the flowerbed // give flowers to the girls // at the grave of your parents // you need to pull them out by the roots // you don’t need to let them bloom // you don’t need to make a bouquet out of them // you don’t need to plant them in a pot upside down / / but no one wants them... ... Live speech. Dictionary of colloquial expressions

Children are the flowers of life- at the grave of his parents Iron. Redistribution famous saying “children are the flowers of life”... Dictionary of Russian argot

CHILDREN: CHILDREN- flowers of life // stick them back in the flowerbed / give flowers to the girls / at the grave of your parents / you need to pull them out by the roots / you shouldn’t let them bloom / you shouldn’t make a bouquet out of them / you shouldn’t plant them in a pot upside down / but no one wants them... ... Explanatory dictionary of modern colloquial phraseological units and proverbs

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Books

• Flowers in the Attic, W.K. Andrews. Novel 171; Flowers in the Attic 187; was published in 1979, and fame fell on the writer Virginia Andrews, then unknown to anyone. A book based on a true story...
• Children are the flowers of life, Galina Petrovna Malkova. “Children are the flowers of life” - notes from my mother about her two sons, me and her grandson Mark. Live impressions in hot pursuit of rapidly growing children. The era of life in the Soviet Union is the context...

Nasibullina Raushaniya Adgamovna, primary school teacher

Municipal educational institution "Gymnasium No. 2" named after Baki Urmanche, Nizhnekamsk

Children are the flowers of life.

Children are the flowers of life. These are delicate flowers, carefully cultivated by parents, bringing harmony, happiness, joy, new sensations and desires to the family. Parents trust us, primary school teachers, to grow these flowers. Every father, every mother wants the sprout of his flower to take down reliable roots, become covered with green leaves and bloom to the joy of everyone around him. How to meet the hopes and aspirations of parents? After all, not a single flower is similar to another, all are different. The teacher begins the search... He selects the necessary theoretical material, studies the individual characteristics of each child, prepares favorable soil, creates a suitable psychological atmosphere, and the warmth of the soul and the light of his radiant eyes, inherent by nature, should be enough for everyone.

It seems everything is ready... What about the ways, directions of training and education? Which ones should you choose? The educational system is undergoing great changes today. The teacher is given the opportunity to use new technologies in teaching, select variable textbooks, and create original programs. The teacher himself can use the most successful technologies, methods and techniques of teaching aimed at achieving the main goal: the maximum development in each person of his genetically determined capabilities and abilities, the formation of rational critical thinking, in accordance with natural inclinations and intellectual abilities, equipping him with knowledge of modern science and technology and technologies that allow achieving maximum socio-economic and moral effect. Therefore, today a teacher must not only have deep knowledge, but also have communicative qualities, empathy, strive for partnerships with his students, be able to use a variety of means and techniques in his activities, innovative technologies, master the technique of research work, its organization and analysis. This means that a teacher must constantly improve, develop, and learn. Only then can one raise a creative, seeking and finding, self-actualizing and competitive, developed personality.

First-graders is an unread book, largely unfinished, full of secrets and surprises. The most important task of a primary school teacher is to find the key to every secret of the child’s soul, to be ready to meet his every surprise. This problem can only be solved through an individual approach, through determining the individual development trajectory of the student. Therefore, it is not by chance that the methodological topic “Development of the creative abilities of the individual through the implementation of an individual approach to the child” was chosen.

Before starting work, it is necessary to study the child’s character, relationships in the family and with friends, interests; in our gymnasium it is necessary to take into account knowledge of the Tatar language. Parents are my active helpers in this activity, we are united - school and family. “Development of the child’s personality together with the family” is a methodological topic in educational work. I receive information about the child through questionnaires and individual conversations with parents and family visits. The older generation also comes to the rescue: grandparents. Only after this can I determine the child’s individual development trajectory. Taking into account the student’s capabilities, his creative potential, existing knowledge and, albeit small, but his own life experience, I make cards for individual work in all subjects. In my work I use the program “Creating a situation for choosing an educational task in the lesson”, developed by scientists from the Moscow Institute for Advanced Training of Teachers. I shared my experience of working under this program at the August conference of educators in the Nizhnekamsk municipal region.

In my lessons I teach children objective self- and mutual assessment. In this case, the child not only names the mark, but also analyzes it and reviews his friend’s answer. Such work accustoms the student to responsibility, forms voluntary attention, activates, and develops full response skills.

The connection with parents and grandparents is very close. They enjoy attending open lessons and extracurricular activities; the most memorable were: “I love my grandmother”, “What you saw in the nest, you will see in flight”, “Praise be to the handsthat smell of bread.”

I can’t imagine my life without self-education and advanced training courses, which not only answer questions that arise in the process of training and education, but also give new strength and inspiration in difficult but beloved work.

Am I satisfied with the results of my work? Yes, because my students are disciplined, active, responsible, hardworking, respectful of others, love to learn, explore the unknown, learn new things, and I, peering into their smiling, joyful, happy faces, discover the secrets of their souls, reveal their inclinations. I realize: my delicate flowers have found reliable roots, unfolded and stretched out their leaves, and formed their first buds. Soon, very soon, they will begin to open, delighting the world with their bright petals...