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Statuses about a son are beautiful - A son is a man who can never stop loving.

Happiness for a mother is the smile of a baby that she carried under her heart for months ... The first word and the first step when her son falls asleep in her arms. Her happiness cannot be measured in years ... Happiness for a woman is simply to be a mother!

Mom bent over the bed at night and quietly whispers to her little one: “Just don’t get sick, my sweet bunny, I beg you, just don’t get sick.” When the illness approaches the child, The mother’s soul cries. And mother does not fall asleep until the morning, pressing the baby's hand to her cheek.

You sleep, my little friend, Innocent heart of an angel. I'll quietly go to the bed, And kiss you on the cheek...

My precious son... My own blood,
I fill myself with great pride,
So boundless to the son of mother's love,
I can't imagine my life without you...

One day my son said to me - I want them to be ... Like a bird you have ... such Wings ... It began to fly on my shoulder, I felt strength ... “And where will I fly?” I asked him... My son answered - Nowhere... Mothers don't fly!!! Mothers are always wings ... Children are closed ...

It's good to have a son! He is the best of men!
My sun is a golden ray, a smile that is always with me!
There is no more beautiful happiness in the world! He is a bright light of my soul!
It's good to have a son! He is the most important of men!

Kiss gently soft hand,
I'll barely touch my nose with my lips,
My heart skips a beat in love for my son
For me there is no better creature in the world!

A miracle walks around the apartment, There is no one in the world that he loves. Like a saucer-eye lake, a small gnome from a fairy tale

If the Lord wants to protect a woman, then he gives her a son ...

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.

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!"

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!

I'm standing by my son's bed
He fell asleep, but I can't sleep.
My little man grew up
I came to pray for him.

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!!!

You are my son - my happiness, we will overcome all bad weather ... I will protect your dream and protect you ... I have been waiting for you for a long time ... Now you are my whole life ... How I love you !!!

I have an angel, and his name is son! And the son has security, and the security is called - mom!

It's good to have a son! He is the best of men! My sun is a golden ray, a smile that is always with me! There is no more beautiful happiness in the world! He is a bright light of my soul! It's good to have a son! He is the most important of men

There is in my life the only man, who hates when I stand at the stove or wash the dishes. He takes my hand and leads me to dance. This man is my little son.

Hugging my son tighter
And the smell of feeling it,
I praise God that I am alive ...
Nothing else is needed...

I am raising a man
Good, beautiful,
Affectionate son!
Proud and bold
Very hardworking!
Loving, sweet
Real son!

There is no greater happiness in the world
Than to hear the son's first cry,
And look at him, admiring,
Realizing: “He is the most beautiful!”

We love you for no particular reason
Because you are a grandson
Because you are a son
For being a baby
For what you grow
Because he looks like mom and dad.
And this love until the end of your days
It will remain your secret support.

I love you to shiver
I love you to the point of awe
My child, my good
My imprint, my mark

I hug my son
Strong and warm
While the cheek smells
Childhood and kindness.

given to me great role
Being the mother of a beautiful son...
I am very proud of you
My little man!

He lies on the bed, lifts his legs, sniffs softly with his nose, opens his eyes. More life I love this boy! My good, my dear little son!

I really believe and hope that at the hour when the time comes,
I'll tell a grown man: "I'm so proud of you, son!"

The top of the head on the son's head... That's the sweetest thing in this life... Kiss... and don't need sweets... And it doesn't matter how old the son is... It's still sweet to kiss...

There is one angel on earth who holds at least two hearts in his little hands, makes you smile and does not let you get bored - this is mother's and father's joy. Little bandit, little general, sweet son.

My son - my wings behind my back! My son is my stars above the earth! My son is my happiness forever! My son - you are my air and water!

Konstantin Khabensky could be called for real happy man. His beloved wife and friends were always there, and his career was only going uphill. In his first marriage to journalist Anastasia Smirnova, the actor also had a son, Ivan, whom he still idolizes.

But in an instant, all this faded - in 2008, Khabensky's beloved wife died. The woman was diagnosed with a brain tumor.

It was after the death of his wife that Khabensky organized a charitable foundation, which is now actively helping children with cancer. He himself raises funds and holds events to provide for those in need of treatment.

The memory of his wife is still very fresh. Konstantin still grieves for Anastasia, despite the fact that 9 years have passed since her death. The artist recently posted an old photo with his first wife and captioned it like this:

“MEMORY DAY… 1/12/08. - the heart of Nastya Khabenskaya stopped. You have not been with us for 7 years. But I believe and know for sure that you are. Somewhere There. Above. You look at all of us. And you Protect Someone - becoming the Most Gentle Guardian Angel ... We - You - Remember Nastenka! We remember!!! LIGHT YOU MEMORY ... ".

For a long time, Konstantin hid his son Vanya from the public, because he did not want journalists to pester the boy who had lost his mother. And recently, a friend of the actor's family, who wished to remain incognito, told a little about Khabensky's son.

Konstantin tries to spend as much time as possible with his son. True, now their meetings are quite rare, since Vanya lives in Spain with his grandmother Inna Glebovna (Nastya's mother).

The boy is studying at the school of St. Ignacio in Barcelona. During the holidays this summer, he visited his dad and his new family at home - Khabensky married for the second time to actress Olga Litvinova. Konstantin was very worried before the meeting, as his son had to find mutual language with his stepmother. In the end, everything went well, and Vanya even accidentally called Olga "mother."

Vanechka dreams of following in her father's footsteps. But apart from acting skills he also wants to do science and study at Harvard or Oxford universities. These are Vanya's grandiose plans for the future.

The caption under the photo that the artist posted on Instagram: “I didn’t dare to show you to my friends: PHOTO FROM MY PERSONAL ARCHIVE. Vanya and his grandmother (MAMA NASTY) My young mother-in-law))) Spain 2015.

Last year, Konstantin shared another great news: the actor became a dad for the second time. The newly-made wife Olga Litvinova gave birth to a 44-year-old Khabensky daughter. A baby appeared in a Moscow maternity hospital.

The news about the appearance of the daughter caught the artist during one of the charity events that he regularly organizes. Charitable Foundation actor.

Now Vanya and her one-year-old sister and stepmother have very stable and friendly relations. No hostility or omissions, and Konstantin is very happy about this. He did not know how his son would react to the news of the birth of his sister. It turned out that Vanya was happy to hold the baby in his arms.

Together, Konstantin and Ivan Khabensky took part in the children's creative festival "Plumage" in Sochi. There, the boy made his debut as a presenter, and he did it very well. All in dad!

I would like to wish the most sincere happiness to this beautiful family!

Albina was left an orphan when she was 6 years old, now she has a child and she has been waiting for her housing for a long time. A real miracle: her turn came up and the municipal housing stock of the city suddenly received an apartment as a gift.

Only now, thanks to decentralization, we finally have the opportunity to purchase housing for those on the waiting list, - Liman mayor Petr Tsimidan told FACTS. - Funds for this are included in the budget, and now we are advertising purchases in local media.

During the past year, with the support of the regional administration, the community of Liman purchased ten apartments for orphans. However, the problem of providing housing for children deprived of parental care remains acute for any community in small town. The gift of Arkady Anatolyevich Boyarov became a real New Year's miracle for the orphan on the waiting list and her son.

Arkady Boyarov is 85 years old, a pensioner owned a two-room apartment in a five-story building. He appealed to the city council with a request:

I am leaving the city and I want to donate my apartment to an orphan child so that this person can confidently go towards his goal ... I wish the future owner to cultivate wisdom, kindness and responsiveness in himself. Do good to people and it will come back to you a hundredfold.

The apartment is two-room, which means that it must be transferred to a family in which there are at least two people. It turned out that the turn of Albina and her baby had just come up. The keys to the apartment were handed over to the girl.

I believed that miracles happen! Albina said. In general, I'm lucky with people. I already called Arkady Anatolyevich, congratulated him on the New Year and invited him to visit.

He left a TV set, a sofa, a piece of kitchen furniture in the apartment, which will not be superfluous to me. This year I am graduating from a music and pedagogical school and I plan to get a job at a music school in Liman, where I spent my childhood.

Albina's mother died, and the girl ended up in a shelter. Later, childless spouses took her into the family, they raised her as their own. It so happened that the parents divorced and parted, Albina communicates with her foster mother even now. Grandmother lives in Liman, Albina sees her.

When the girl graduated from high school and music school, she entered the music school in Bakhmut. After Albina became a mother, her studies had to be postponed. Matvey had already grown up and went to kindergarten, the young mother returned to study.

It turned out that the pensioner, who donated housing to the city, moved in with the woman. Arkady Anatolyevich traveled to many places on the Earth, led the motor transport sector at one of the sites of the grandiose construction site of Soviet times - BAM (Baikal-Amur Mainline), then - in Magadan region, at house-building plants in the Donetsk region, was the head of a large bus fleet in the Crimea. Retired man at 69, he couldn't build strong family and did not have offspring.

I recently put a new monument to my mother and myself in the cemetery - so that no one would have to worry about it after my funeral, - Arkady Boyarov told reporters. - I may not have enough time to deal with the sale of the apartment. I decided: let someone in need take advantage of this housing.

Do good to people, and it will return to you a hundredfold, - advises pensioner Arkady Boyarov.

This is an incredible collection of destinies, collected by one woman throughout her life. Most of the stories are the stories of her colleagues, a few from the life of relatives or acquaintances of the author.

My son's girlfriend is provincial

My son's girlfriend, to be honest, I didn't like it right away: from a small town, with a stamp of provinciality in her manners and face, who has not yet achieved anything in life, but self-confident and immodest. I drew these conclusions from several cases when my husband and I, returning from the dacha, found her in her son's room.

She usually didn't leave right away. When leaving, she tried to catch my husband and I in the eye. We greeted each other calmly. With our son (by that time he was already 28 years old, he was finishing graduate school) it was impossible to talk about the topics of his girlfriends (and this one, of course, was not the first) from the very beginning - from the age of 20.

Nevertheless, I voiced my wishes to him on this matter: I would like to see an educated girl from a metropolitan family next to my son, good appearance, to match my son, and with decent manners. The son knew about this, and, it seemed to me, he was embarrassed by that girlfriend.

After a year or so, she stopped visiting us, and almost immediately she was replaced by a girl who liked both me and my husband. By the time they started talking about the wedding, the son had completed graduate school and was preparing for defense. Therefore, it was decided that the wedding would take place after the defense.

I was very pleased with the final choice of my son, my husband also did not hide his sympathy for the future daughter-in-law.

It was during this happy time that I saw my son's penultimate girlfriend - the "provincial", as we called her between ourselves with her husband. She stood in front of me in line at the cash desk of the Centralny supermarket, and I could no longer go out with a cart to another cash desk.

When she saw me, she greeted me, I, too, exchanged a few meaningless courtesies when she had already paid, and, nodding goodbye to me, she left the cash register, it seemed to me that she was pregnant. At that moment, I was so reluctant to know for sure that I turned to the cashier.

I increasingly remembered our "provincial"

The wedding was a holiday - you can’t refuse your son and daughter-in-law in taste - everything was in moderation, very dignified and beautiful. And after the wedding, it turned out that life in our country was not included in the plans of the daughter-in-law, that she had already found work for herself and her son (she is a top manager with knowledge of two languages) - and they left first for Germany, and a year later - for America, in San Francisco.

Looking ahead: for all 7 years of their life in America, we were there twice a month. They say it's a lot. But we had one son. My husband and I felt sad and lonely after leaving.

On our first visit, the children bought a house, very small and modest by American standards, but good location- the near suburb of Frisco (as the children called the city among themselves). When I asked if they were going to please us with grandchildren, my daughter-in-law laughed and said that, of course, there will be children, but only when their parents are confident in the future.

daughter-in-law younger than son, could not hurry, age allowed. The parents of the daughter-in-law also left quite soon - to their son, the brother-in-law of the daughter-in-law, to Israel. His wife is a Jewess, according to some program she studied in Israel right after school, and having received an education, she called her future husband to her - her school love, and her parents, and her husband's parents.

The parents of the daughter-in-law, very worthy people, called us quite often, kept abreast of all the affairs of their large Israeli family, and we knew that they were simply crazy about their daughter-in-law, she arranged everything, found a job for everyone and taught the language.

But the most important thing is that she gave birth to four children one after another, and conversations always sooner or later came down to the main news - everything that concerned these brilliant children. We were sent by e-mail their photographs - they were always there in the hands of grandparents.

I was increasingly reminded of our "provincial". Strange, but I already wanted her to really be pregnant then - in time, this meant that, most likely, she was carrying our grandson. And one day, after another happy monologue of my mother-in-law, I decided to try to find this girl.

I myself stood next to the adult who opened me ... at the age of 5

Through a friend of the son who remained in Minsk. A friend somehow very quickly found her coordinates for me. It turned out that the girl returned home from Minsk to a small town. I didn’t dare to reveal my intentions to my husband - I persuaded him to arrange an excursion for us to the local ruined castle - I, they say, dream of touching history (I shouldn’t be so ironic - I really really love everything ancient, excursions and my country).

The husband agreed, we ordered seats on the phone in local hotel- and let's go. As I expected, my husband, who had been driving for several hours, was tired, and allowed me to walk around the town alone "just next to the hotel." To the ruins of the castle, we planned to leave tomorrow.

I went to the address given to me by my son's friend. The town was indeed so small that it could be walked from end to end in half an hour. By using local residents I found the address I was looking for in 10-15 minutes. She entered the entrance. I was shaking. While still leaving the hotel, I took Novopassit.

It was already the third year since our children were in America. I figured out how much the child should be if the girl was really pregnant - about 5 years old. I also made plans to find out if there is a child - is he really our grandson. And with these thoughts she rang the doorbell on the second floor.

I heard a quick stomping outside the door, the lock clicked - and although the adult opened the door for me, I didn’t immediately look at him - my eyes filled with tears so quickly that I just didn’t have time to pull myself together - in front of me, next to the adult who opened it for me I stood by myself ... at 5 years old.

A terrible moment of realization of how I look with my tears - and I looked at an adult - a man of my age with a kind, intelligent face. All words flew out of my head at that moment. I forgot everything cooked, the color rushed to my face after the tears. And at that moment our “provincial” came out into the corridor.

And very simply, as if my arrival was a long-planned event, she said - “Hello, …… ………! Dad, meet me, this is ...... .. mom. Daughter - this is your grandmother. And the most wonderful child in the world, without breaking, without embarrassment, said: “Hi, grandma! Why didn't you come back for so long?"

To which I mumbled something worth it to remember it. The granddaughter took me to the room, her mother and grandfather gave me such a reception, which, really, I was unworthy.

And, having agreed on tomorrow's visit with my husband, I hurried back to the hotel. It is difficult to retell the conversation with my husband - I did not hide anything, including the scene in the "Central". In general, that evening I promised myself the rest of my life to try not to sin in anything.

Now I have a daughter and grandchildren

The husband, seeing his granddaughter, exclaimed in shock: “This is your copy!” (My husband and I have known each other since he was 8, and my 3 years old were neighbors on the site). And the granddaughter said: "But no - I'm not a grandmother yet."

It was an amazing evening - better than protecting a son, than even a wedding. They laughed, made plans and went to look at the castle after all - granddaughter's second (or rather, first) grandfather turned out to be a history teacher. How dear these memories are to me!

For 4 years now we have been living together - with my husband, daughter and granddaughter. Our apartment is large and privatized - so it was not difficult to register our own girls. The father of the eldest girl stayed in his hometown to teach at his native school, although my husband and I wanted to arrange it in Minsk so as not to deprive our families.

We all go to him in turn, most of all - my husband, they became real friends. Granddaughter, our sun, is already 9 years old. Smart is incredible. Now I am very pleased to hear the news of the daughter-in-law's parents about their grandchildren. And I send photos of our beauty to Israel regularly.

And the second time we flew to America with her. Our daughter, the granddaughter's mother, just had the beginning of pregnancy, she was put into preservation - and her husband stayed with her. Yes, of course, she married, and not only for whom - we ourselves introduced him, he is a graduate student husband, a very worthy person.

My granddaughter did not like it in America either. She was glad to see the real dad, but she missed her mom very much. She flew away with joy. Our son could not see enough of her, now we are waiting - whether our Americans are going to become parents after all ... I am so happy!

I already have a granddaughter - a third-grader and a one-year-old grandson. Our girl, whom we once called a “provincial” is our real daughter (her mother died a year before her graduation). Therefore, her children are our real grandchildren.

Soon our daughter will defend herself - she will be a candidate of sciences. Incredible smart! The husband thinks that he will someday master the doctorate.

Here, look (and the woman takes out a photograph from an old-fashioned "purse") - really, what a noble face? And here is the granddaughter ... son ... daughter-in-law ... husband (returns to the first photo, presses it to his lips, hides everything back) my entire iconostasis, Lord forgive me.

The story is told on the train, at the station a woman (about 60 years old) was met by a handsome tall young man with a girl. The woman, seeing them from the window in the corridor, said to me with pride, “Son-in-law!”. The girl is really very similar to a woman, even with such a difference in age is noticeable.

Seeing her grandmother in the vestibule, the girl shouted in a ringing voice: “Dad! Grandmother! Granny! How we missed you! And me, and mom, and grandfather ... .. dad, did you miss me? (the young man laughs and nods) - and dad, and ... .. (apparently, the name of the brother) "

A curtain…

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There was time to write how my Native Baby was born (I love him terribly !!!).
She herself, being pregnant, read the stories of the “lucky women” closer to the appointed date, it was so interesting to me, and I mentally prepared myself, scary, but informative.
Here is my story, maybe someone will find something useful for themselves and find ...
The pregnancy proceeded calmly, with the exception of a slight toxicosis at the very beginning, I gained about 13 kg during the entire pregnancy, I ran, jumped, jumped, in short, I felt great. I was prescribed the DA from August 9-16, I read that the boys sit in their tummies longer and was also preparing for the middle of the month. I didn’t have any symptoms like “nesting”, and on Monday, August 1, my husband and I woke up as usual, had breakfast, then did a little cleaning, I wiped the doors (my husband asked me to “calm down and sit better”) Then I wrote a list groceries and we went ... We went to the store and then I felt that something was flowing out of me, slowly, without any pops (as I expected). I stopped and told my husband that "I think it started." At first he could not understand what exactly had begun, but he looked confused, I already felt sorry for him. I agreed with the doctor at the maternity hospital in advance and on the 5th I had to go for another examination, but on that day she was not in the city, and it was not an option to come ... I didn’t have my things packed, it still didn’t work out ... We arrived home, I shower, my mother runs with a bag, collects me, my husband just runs, 2 times I returned to the shower, because water poured out of me and no pads saved me. It all started at 18 00, I got to the hospital somewhere at 19 30. While the dressing-decoration procedure went through, then I gave things to my mother and husband, they looked like that ... but I, as in a dream, did not believe that I would see my little one. They gave me an enema, took me to the delivery room, told me to lie down, and they forbade me to go, well, only to the toilet. There was a girl lying next to me, she screamed so much, well, she just roared and at the same time managed to talk on her mobile phone. I came, I thought we’d chat now, but she didn’t have time for me ... then, later, I understood her and why she didn’t want, or rather couldn’t talk to me
I didn’t have contractions, I just lay there, and the tangible ones began around 12 at night. Closer to 3 am, my head started to hurt terribly, my blood pressure was measured at 160!!! when mine is normally low, they knocked it down with some kind of injections, but to no avail. The cervix opened very slowly, the doctor said that it was loose, but this was my mistake, I had thrush during pregnancy, I didn’t treat it, I thought I would do the procedures before giving birth and didn’t have time, so I hurt myself. I don’t remember well what kind of pain it was, some kind of dull, long, pressing. I remember that I just quietly (as it seems to me) groaned and prayed. I was so happy when they took me to a chair, showed me how to breathe when trying ... the first time I pushed in my head, then again and again, then I understood the principle, the main thing is CALM and LISTEN to doctors. A head appeared, but I don’t have the strength, they tell me “black hair, touch it” ... it was such an exciting moment, it really gave me strength ... 2 attempts and on August 2 at 5:15 am my Baby was born, sooooooooo immediately relief came, you don’t notice anything around, ONLY this little bundle, they put it on my chest, it was so warm, dear. They took it to be wiped, weighed, they sewed me up, it was torn a little, and I kept looking at him and he was lying on the table and looking at me.
52 cm 3250 gr. - my treasure.
Then, until 5 pm, I lay in the maternity block, my pressure scared everyone, of course, then the therapist said that it was due to overexertion, the doctors should have given me some kind of sedative so that I could sleep.
They transferred me to the ward and brought me my child, so dear, I would have recognized from a thousand, although I had seen it once. Was 4 terrible nights in the maternity hospital, I was afraid to sleep, looked and listened to see if he was breathing, then these rounds and doctors with fleeting phrases like “weak heartbeat”, etc. ... I don’t want to remember. I experienced postpartum depression. The first days I thought that I would not give birth again ... now it's all forgotten, or rather blocked by the happiness of being a mother, being needed little man, especially when you hold him in your arms, and he smiles at you.
I wish you an easy delivery and kids!!!