We will praise that woman forever. Mother's Day Poem Contest Scenario
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The form of the event is a holiday. This development is intended for extracurricular work with younger students.
Goals:
- formation of family values;
- rapprochement between school and family;
- development in children of interest in the personality of mothers;
- fostering a desire to take care of their loved ones.
Tasks: organize leisure activities for children and their parents.
Equipment: children's drawings, computer, multimedia, equipment for competitions.
Event progress
Teacher. Is there a person on earth closer than his own mother? Mom is the first word a person utters. While the child is small, the mother feeds him and lulls him in the cradle. Mom will regret, and caress, and guide you on the right path. Mom is the brightest thing in our life.
- Different children live on the planet.
But all the children in the world love their mothers.
Sometimes we don't listen to moms
And mothers teach us good deeds.
And mothers teach us how to be kind,
How to protect and love our Motherland!
Moms can do anything, moms will help,
Moms know everything!
Since they have a holiday, we also have a holiday.
Let's congratulate our mothers.
The song "Mother's Day"
- My mother's hands
Pair of white swans:
So tender and so beautiful
So much love and power in them!
They fly all day
As if tired, they don't know
Bring comfort to the house
A new dress will be sewn,
Caress, warm -
Mom's hands can do everything! - Mom's voice is young -
The kindest and dearest!
I always recognize him
Among hundreds of voices
Forget about toys
And I run to my mother's call.
I will gently hug my mother,
I won't upset her!
Teacher. Guys, do you help moms? What responsibilities do you have in your family?
- Like a turquoise
mother's eyes
Clear and pure
good, radiant.
Like stars are burning
Illuminating everything around
And they say to me:
Mom is my favorite friend! - To my dear mother
I would like to wish
More often at home to be with me,
So that I don't get bored.
For us to read books
We sewed a hat for a bear,
I am light next to my mother,
Both cozy and warm! - Slightly flickering candle
The mother feeds the child.
baby heart
Filled with warm light.
Mother will regret
mother and rocking,
Caress will dispel sorrows and sorrows.
Dance for moms
Scene "Home composition"
Leading.
Vitek leaned over the table
And squeezed the temples with his hands:
He writes an essay
How do I help my mom?
Then Vitek will gnaw the handle,
That will snort sullenly.
There is a name, and then what?
Try it, come up with it!
But then from the kitchen mom suddenly
Silently calling his son ...
Mother.
Vityunchik, run to the store,
I would like salt and matches.
Vitya. Idea!
Leading. Vityok jumped up and shouted to his mother ...
Vitya. What you? After all, I'm struggling with the essay, there is still a lot of work.
Leading. Mom was silent, and the son in a notebook brought out the phrase:
Vitya. " I always run to buy something for my mother right away.
Leading. Mom opened the door:
Mother.
Vityunya, I need you.
I'm going to the shop. Clean for now
Potatoes for dinner.
Vitya. What more?!
Leading. Vitek jumped up.
Vitya.
I'm sick of listening to it too!
Here is an essay, and you
with some potatoes.
Leading.
Mom disappeared, and son
summarized in his notebook:
Vitya.
“I’ll cook breakfast for my mother myself,
Lunch and dinner too.
Leading. Five plus! He rejoices and is proud of his mark. And you guys, what do you give him for this?
Discuss this situation with the children.
Teacher. But not all children are like Vitya. Our children always help their mothers.
- I do everything for my mom
I play scales for her
For her, I go to the doctor, I study mathematics.
All the boys climbed into the river,
I was alone on the beach
For her after illness
Didn't even swim in the river.
For her I wash my hands
Eating some carrots...
Only now we are apart:
Mom in the city of Priluki,
Fifth day on a business trip. - Well, first I'm without my mom
set aside the gamma,
I watched on TV
all evening programs.
I didn't sit too close
but in the eyes went stripes!
They have one artist
walks in my mother's hair.
And tonight all evening
There is nothing for me to do.
The father has a newspaper in his hands,
Only he flies somewhere
He says: "Let's endure a little,
Ten days left! .. " - And probably out of habit
Or maybe out of boredom
I put matches in place
And for some reason I wash my hands.
And the scales sound sad
In our room without mom. - If I were a girl
I wouldn't waste time
I wouldn't jump on the street
I would wash my shirt.
I would wash the floor in the kitchen,
I would sweep the room.
I would wash cups, spoons,
I would peel the potatoes myself.
All my own toys
I would put it in place.
Why am I not a girl?
I would love to help my mom!
Mom would have said:
"Well done, son!"
Teacher. But our today's holiday is dedicated not only to mothers, but also to the mothers of our mothers and fathers.
- Our dear mothers!
We ourselves admit
Which, of course, we are not always
We are behaving well.
We often upset you
What we sometimes don't notice
We love you very, very much!
Let's grow good
And we will always try
To behave. - And papa's mom?
And my mother's mother?
I call her sweet grandmother! - Mom has a job, dad has a job.
They have Saturday left for me.
Grandma is always at home.
She never scolds me!
Seated, feed:
- Don't rush
Well, what happened to you, tell me?
I speak, but my grandmother does not interrupt,
Bit by bit, he sorts through the buckwheat.
We are fine - like this, together.
And a house without a grandmother is not a house.
Teacher. One day, walking down the street, I overheard such a conversation…
Narrator.
Two grandmothers on a bench
They sat on the hillside.
Grandmothers said:
grandmother 1. We have fives!
grandmother 2.
We have math!
And five - in language!
But grammar rules
I'm bad at dragging!
Grandma 1.
And I'm learning history
And it seems to work.
Just these dates
I don't remember.
Narrator.
Sat and discussed
shook hands with each other,
At least they got marks
Not grandmothers, but grandchildren.
Teacher. These are our grandmothers! And their locks are gray, and their health is not very good, but you are always welcome to help us! For our grandmothers, the guys will perform ditties.
- On the way to the circus granny
Fedya asks:
- How our tram guessed
What are we going there? - Have pity on me, grandma
Let me skip school.
- You, granddaughter, are the director there,
You must be there. - -If you don't eat
I'll call Yaga here!
- Do you think that the grandmother
Will he eat your stew? - Lena laughs like a goat
And bulging eyes.
- You, granny, do not sigh,
Braid the braid weaker. - How are you today, granddaughter,
Washed in the morning
Brush, soap, towel -
Everything stays dry. - For me, grandma, do not be afraid,
I won't fall off my chair
So what if I swing -
I'm holding on to the cup. - Grandma, I broke the clock
Give me chocolate.
After all, good is always for evil
everyone needs to answer. - Fortune Teller Grandma Cards
They just know how to lie.
That yesterday I was not at school,
They couldn't find out. - I train with a barbell
I started building muscles.
But here's grandma's bag
I can't lift it. - And my grandmother Elya
Doesn't scold, doesn't grumble.
Goes to parties with me
From the computer "sticks out". - To get granny to work
The evil alarm clock did not wake up
I am for him tonight
Unscrewed three pieces. - Baba Zina - champion
in culinary sports.
Everyone was slain by Napoleon.
A hundred layers in a cake. - Grandma said no
Today exactly a thousand times.
About the abolition of the evil word
We need to issue a decree. - My grandmothers are
What kind of allergy do you have.
How do you take notebooks
So you're shaking in a fever.
When mothers and grandmothers smile
The clouds immediately disperse
The rain stops pouring
The sun is playing with a ray
And hello to your generous sends.
Stay young at heart
And live for many, many years
And with your smile from now on
Let the whole world be illuminated.
(Children give gifts to mothers and grandmothers).
Contests
- "Mom's Helpers" "Help Mom bring the shopping." (The items from the bag lying on the chair should be transferred to the table one at a time).
- "Dress up mom." (Tie a bow on mom's head).
- "Peel the onion."
- "Wrap Alenka." (You need to swaddle the doll and sing her a lullaby).
- "I recognize my mother." (The child is blindfolded and he must recognize his mother by voice).
The holiday ends with tea.
Leading: There is nothing more sacred than the word "mother". It is born together with us. Love for a mother is inherent in us by nature itself. This feeling lives in a person until the end of his days. How can you not love your mother if you owe her your birth?
Mother's place in our life is very special, exceptional. We always bring her pain and joy. And we find understanding.
Motherhood is the great mission of a woman. Mother finds herself - must find! - in selfless love, devotion to children. And the children answer her - they must answer! - also love, attention, care.
Children are the most precious thing for a mother. The happiness of the mother is the happiness of the children. She is strict, exacting, because she understands her great responsibility for her son or daughter, she wishes them well. Mother is the first teacher and friend of the child, and the closest and most faithful.
Student: Oh, how beautiful is the word - mother!
Everything on earth is from mother's hands.
She us, disobedient and stubborn,
She taught goodness - the highest of sciences.
Yes, the word "mother" has long been among the people
Rise above the brightest stars.
Dear mother, dear nanny
We bring you flowers on holidays.
Both in the city and in the small village
You are dearest to us, only you.
Let the dawn on the day of March 8,
Like a pioneer tie, it will bloom.
Let the word "mom" shine in our heart -
And the Motherland, people will be holy!
(M. Sirenko)
Leading: How to remember the feeling of complete security and peace when your mother is next to you. But are we always aware of the price paid for our peace, happiness? Which? Self-sacrifice, self-forgetfulness! These old words, almost gone from colloquial speech, most accurately characterize maternal love.
Pupil: I remember my mother's hands
Even though she's gone, she's been gone for a long time.
I did not know hands more tender and kind,
Than tough, calloused these.
I remember my mother's hands
That wiped away my tears once,
In handfuls they brought me from the fields
Everything that spring in the native land is rich in
I remember my mother's hands
Severe caresses are rare moments.
I got better and stronger
From her every touch.
I remember my mother's hands
Broad, rough palms.
They are like a bucket. Come to them and drink.
And do not find the source of the bottomless.
I remember my mother's hands
And I want the children to repeat:
"The weary hands of mothers,
Nothing is holier than you!”
(N. Rylenkov)
Student:"Mothers. There are millions of them, and each carries a feat in the heart - maternal love. Women of all races, speaking different languages ... scorched by the sun and barely warmed by it in the Far North - they are all sisters in a single, restless outburst of feeling. They experience the same languishing joyful feeling, bending over their cub ... Their heart speaks the same language of the world, and everyone, if there is even an atom of humanity in it, will say: “The best mother is my mother!”, For there is no limit to her tenderness whoever she was, wherever she lived, or grew up ... If as much good as the heart of a mother radiates, it would radiate to everyone around her, evil would die like a consumptive wand under a pure, powerful ray of the sun. (G.Serebryakova)
Leading: Mother's love is also absolutely disinterested, absolutely sincere. N. Nekrasov said this well:
Among our hypocritical deeds
And all the vulgarity and prose
Alone I spied in the world
Holy, sincere tears -
Those are the tears of poor mothers!
They can't forget their children
Those who died in the bloody field,
How not to raise a weeping willow
Of their abandoned branches...
Student: The people have always highly honored the mother. In oral poetry, her appearance is endowed with the brightest features: she is the guardian of the family hearth, a faithful wife, the protector of her children, the guardian of all the destitute and offended.
In the most difficult moment, we need a mother, and only she. How to disagree with the words of N. Nekrasov:
We love sister, and wife, and father,
But in agony we remember the mother.
In trials, torments, a person calls his mother and believes that wherever she is, she hears him, sympathizes, and hurries to help.
I will read an excerpt from the memoirs of the writer Y. Yakovlev: “I woke up in a cart, in the hay. I did not feel pain, I was tormented by inhuman thirst. Lips, head, chest wanted to drink. Everything that was alive in me wanted to drink. It was the thirst of a burning house.
I was burning with thirst.
And suddenly I thought that the only person who can save me is my mother.
A forgotten childish feeling awakened in me: when it’s bad, my mother should be nearby. It will quench thirst, relieve pain, soothe, save. And I began to call her.
The cart rumbled, drowning out my voice. Thirst sealed her lips. With the last of my strength, I whispered an unforgettable word - mommy.
I called her. He relied on her, as in God, the Mother of God, the human mother, the mother. I knew that she would respond and come. And she appeared. And immediately the roar ceased, and cold water gushed out to extinguish the fire: it flowed over the lips, over the chin, behind the collar. Mom supported my head carefully, afraid of hurting me. She gave me water from a cold ladle, averted death from me. I felt a familiar touch of a hand, heard a native voice:
- Son! Son, dear...
I couldn't open my eyes. But I saw my mother. I recognized her hand, her voice. I revived from her mercy. My lips parted and I whispered:
- Mommy, mommy...
My mother lay in a mass grave in besieged Leningrad. In an unfamiliar village near a well, I mistook a strange mother for my own. Apparently, all mothers have a great similarity. And if one mother cannot come to the wounded son, another becomes at his head.
- Mommy, Mommy...
Grass is green at the Piskarevsky cemetery. There are large graves at the Piskarevsky cemetery. Large, common, filled with people's grief. My mother is buried here.
There are no documents. There are no eyewitnesses. But eternal filial love determined - here. And I bowed to the ground. I stroke the grass of the Piskarevsky cemetery with my hand. I'm looking for a mother's heart. It cannot decay. It became the heart of the earth."
(From the book "Mom". M .: Young Guard, 1975)
Pupil: There is a bright shelter on earth,
Love and loyalty live there.
All that sometimes we only dream,
Forever sheltered there
That is the mother's heart. It.
So gentle, right! destined
He will live with your joy,
Bear the yoke of your sorrows.
(L. Koidula)
Student: They tell me it's too much
I give love to children
What maternal anxiety
Makes my life older.
Well, what can I answer them -
hearts,
As impassive as armor?
The love I gave to children
Makes me stronger.
Everything in it-
And joy
And patience
And those crazy nightingales...
For this pure burning
Thank you,
My sons!
(L. Tatyanicheva)
The choir performs the song “The Light of Mother’s Eyes (lyrics by K. Ibryaev, music by Yu. Chichkov).
Student: The unconditional love of a mother for her child.
O faith of our mothers,
Forever not knowing the measure,
Holy, trembling faith
in us
Growing children.
Her, like a light in a birch forest,
Will not corrode anything in the world:
Not units in the diary,
No angry complaints from neighbors.
Mothers are such a people
Take a breath
We are dead with a long look6
“Let them get carried away. It will pass,"
And again they believe, they believe, they believe.
So only mothers believe
Exactly and patiently.
And - not noisy - they
They don't consider it a miracle.
And just nothing of the year
Their faith is trembling and tender.
That's just us
Not always
We justify
Their hopes.
(V. Korotaev)
Pupil: Our loving, caring mothers are wonderful workers in the workplace. Among them there are teachers, and doctors, and weavers, and accountants, and scientists. But millions of women have another important and responsible duty - to be the soul of the family, to bring light and warmth to children.
Student: Hello mother! Again I dream of your song.
Hello mother! Light as a memory, your tenderness.
This world is not so golden from the sun, -
It is filled to the brim with your kindness.
You are weakening - your strength is leaving me.
You grow old - your years go into me.
All the same, despite any years,
You will be young for me forever.
Your hands have worked hard for ten lives.
Your grandchildren were born under this sky.
You sing a lullaby again.
And suddenly you recognize yourself in your grandson.
There are many good people on earth
And yet the best on earth -
Mom, my mom.
(R. Rozhdestvensky)
Pupil: Mom's song! .. How many different
It was sung in the house, in the field, by the stream ...
There would be no mother in the world -
I wouldn't be, I wouldn't be me.
Mom's songs, modesty and greatness,
Mom's heart is a storehouse of secret forces ...
My father bequeathed to me, dying:
Take care of your soul at home, take care of your mother!”
(R. Gamzatov)
Leading: We are in eternal, unrequited debt to the mother, whose love accompanies us all our lives. We do not always appreciate the work of the mother, we pay tribute to her,
We express deep filial love and gratitude. But nothing warms the soul of a mother like the kind, affectionate words of a son or daughter.
Student:
We moms so rarely bring bouquets,
But everyone so often upsets her ...
A good mother forgives all this.
Under the weight of worries, without bending,
She does her duty patiently...
Each mother is beautiful in her own way -
She is beautiful with her mother's love.
(S. Bogomazov)
The choir performs the song "Mother's Waltz" (lyrics by L. Derbenev and V. Kryuchkov, music by Yu. Chichkov).
Pupil:“Take care of mothers,” Rasul Gamzatov proclaimed in his poem. One could add: take care of mothers the way they take care of us! This call would be beautiful, but unreal: what a mother can do, only she can. And yet ... The grateful desire to protect her from troubles, to give her peace and joy should not leave us for a moment ..
Treat your parents the way you would
for your own children to treat you.
Isocrates
There is nothing holier and more disinterested than a mother's love;
every affection, every love,
every passion is either weak or selfish in comparison with it.
V. Belinsky
Mother's Day Poetry Contest Scenario.
"We will forever glorify that woman whose name is Mother"
Development of the spiritual and moral potential of students. Instilling a sense of love, reverence for mother, woman.
Decoration: the hall is decorated with balls, flowers. Beautifully written aphorisms on stage:
The Lord cannot be everywhere at the same time, and therefore he created mothers.
Everything beautiful in a person comes from the rays of the sun and from the Mother's milk. (Maksim Gorky)
Motherhood is a lifelong position. (Claire Rayner)
I don't know anything more beautiful
Worthy mother happy
With a small child in her arms. (Taras Shevchenko)
Competition progress:
Teacher: Good afternoon to all those gathered in this hall, especially to the mothers who came here. Because it is mothers who are the culprits of today's holiday, today's reading competition dedicated to Mother's Day. In Russia, Mother's Day began to be celebrated relatively recently (since 1998). Although it is impossible to argue with the fact that this holiday is a holiday of eternity: from generation to generation, for each of us, mother is the most important person in life.
Maxim Gorky once said: “Without the sun, flowers do not bloom, without love there is no happiness, without a woman there is no love, without a mother there is neither a poet nor a hero, all the pride of the world comes from Mothers!”
1. Why is school today
Fuss and noise and din?
2. Because we are today
Congratulations to our moms!
3. There are a lot of cases and roads in our life.
Let us ask ourselves: “Well, where do they start?”
Here it is, our answer, the most correct one:
Chorus:“Everything we live by begins with MOM!”
On the screen is the video "The parable of the mother "Guardian Angel"
PARABLE ABOUT MOM
“The day before his birth, the child asked God: “They say that tomorrow they will send me to Earth. How will I live there, because I am so small and defenseless?”
God replied: "I will give you an angel who will wait for you and take care of you."
The child thought for a moment, then said again: "Here in Heaven, I only sing and laugh, that's enough for me to be happy."
God replied: "Your angel will sing and smile for you, you will feel his love and be happy."
“But how will I understand people, because I do not know their language? the child asked, gazing intently at God.
God smiled and replied, "Your angel will speak to you the most beautiful and sweetest words you will ever hear, and calmly and patiently he will teach you how to speak."
“What should I do if I want to contact you?”
God gently touched the baby's head and said, "Your angel will put your hands together and teach you how to pray."
The child then asked, “I heard that there is evil on earth. Who will protect me?"
I will be very sad because I won't be able to see you anymore...
- Your angel will tell you everything about me and show you the way to return to me. So I will always be by your side.
At that moment, silence reigned in Heaven, but already voices began to be heard from the Earth ... and the child in a hurry asked:
- Lord, before I leave you, tell me, what is the name of my angel?
- His name doesn't matter. You'll just call him Mom."
Love your children, always be their guardian angels...
Parables about Mother Mom
The day before his birth, the child asked God:
- They say that tomorrow I will be sent to Earth. How will I live there, because I am so small and defenseless?
God replied:
- I will give you an angel who will wait for you and take care of you.
The child thought for a moment, then said again:
- Here in Heaven I only sing and laugh, that's enough for me to be happy.
God replied:
- Your angel will sing and smile for you, you will feel his love and be happy.
- O! But how can I understand him, because I do not know his language? the child asked, gazing intently at God. “What should I do if I want to contact you?”
God gently touched the child's head and said:
- Your angel will put your hands together and teach you how to pray.
Then the child asked:
- I heard that there is evil on Earth. Who will protect me?
- Your angel will protect you, even risking his own life.
"I'll be sad because I won't be able to see you anymore..."
- Your angel will tell you everything about me and show you the way to return to me. So I will always be by your side.
At that moment, voices began to be heard from the Earth; and the child in a hurry asked:
- God, tell me, what is the name of my angel?
- His name doesn't matter. You will just call him Mom.
Parable about mother's love
The man died and went to heaven. An angel flies up to him and says:
- Remember all the good things that you did on Earth, then your wings will grow and you will fly with me to heaven.
“I dreamed of building a house and planting a garden,” the man remembered. Little wings appeared on his back.
“But I didn’t have time to fulfill my dream,” the man added with a sigh. The wings are gone.
- I loved one girl, - said the man, and the wings appeared again.
“I'm glad no one knew about my denunciation,” the man remembered, and his wings disappeared. So a person remembered both good and bad, and his wings either appeared or disappeared. Finally, he remembered and told everything, but his wings never grew. The angel wanted to fly away, but the man suddenly whispered:
- I also remember how my mother loved me and prayed for me. At the same instant, large wings sprouted behind the man's back.
- Can I fly? - the man was surprised.
“Maternal love makes a person’s heart pure and brings him closer to the angels,” the angel replied with a smile.
Parable "Mom's love"
Once her children came to their mother, arguing among themselves and proving their case to each other, with the question: whom does she love more than anything in the world?
Mother silently took the candle, lit it and began to speak.
"Here is a candle - it's me! Its fire is my love!"
Then she took another candle and lit it from hers.
"This is my firstborn, I gave him my fire, my love! Is it because of what I gave that the fire of my candle became smaller? The fire of my candle remained the same ..."
And so she lit as many candles as she had children, and the fire of her candle remained as big and warm ...
Parable "Mother, daughter and daughter-in-law"
One mother was asked:
- How is your daughter doing?
- She's so happy! She has a wonderful husband! He gave her a car, jewelry, hired servants. He serves her breakfast in bed and she doesn't get up until noon!
- How is your son doing?
- Oh, my poor boy! Well, he took the grouch as his wife! He provided her with everything she wanted: a car, jewels, servants. And she lies in bed until noon and won't even get up to cook breakfast for her husband!
Mother Parable
The Young Mother has just entered the path of motherhood. Holding the baby in her arms and smiling, she thought: "How long will this happiness last?" And the Angel said to her: "The path of motherhood is long and difficult. And you will grow old before you reach its end. But know that the end will be better than the beginning."
But, the young Mother was happy, and she could not imagine that there could be anything better than these years. She played with her children and collected flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in streams of clear waters; and the sun shone joyfully upon them, and the young Mother cried: "Nothing can be more beautiful than this happy time!"
And when the night came, and the storm began, and the dark road became invisible, and the children were trembling with fear and cold, Mother embraced them, pressed them close to her heart and covered them with her veil ... And the children said: "Mom, we are not afraid, because that you are near and nothing terrible can happen.
And when morning came, they saw a mountain in front of them, and the children began to climb up and got tired ... And the Mother was also tired, but all the time she said to the children: "Be patient: a little more, and we are there." And when the kids got up and reached the top, they said, "Mom, we would never have made it without you!"
And then the Mother, lying down at night, looked at the stars and said: "This is a better day than the last, because my children have learned the strength of the spirit in the face of difficulties. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today I gave them strength."
And the next day, strange clouds appeared that darkened the earth. They were clouds of war, hatred and evil. And the children searched in the dark for their Mother... and when they stumbled upon her, Mother said to them, "Raise your eyes to the Light." And the children looked and saw above these clouds the Eternal Glory of the Universe, and it brought them out of the darkness.
And that night Mother said, "This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God."
And days passed, and weeks, and months, and years, and Mother grew old and hunched a little... But her children were tall and strong, and boldly walked through life. And when the path was too difficult, they picked her up and carried her, because she was light as a feather ... And finally, they climbed up the mountain, and already without her they could see that the roads were bright, and the golden gates were wide open.
And Mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know that the end is better than the beginning, because my children can go on their own, and their children follow them."
And the children said: "Mom, you will always be with us, even when you pass through these gates." And they stood and watched as she went on alone, and as the gate closed behind her. And then they said: “We cannot see her, but she is still with us. Mother, like ours, is more than a memory. She is a Living Presence.
Your Mom is always with you: she is in the whisper of the leaves when you walk down the street; she is the smell of your freshly laundered socks or bleached sheets; she is a cool hand on your forehead when you are not feeling well. Your Mom lives inside your laughter. And she is a crystal in every drop of your tears. She is where you arrive from Heaven - your first home; and she is the map you follow with every step you take.
She is your first love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you. No time, no place... not even death!
The same story from Babuhi-Yaguhi:
Each of us - whether you are black or white,
With a yellow face, or are you tanned,
Each of us was born
With the help of mom. There is nothing else here...
Young mother on the path of motherhood
Robko entered. And in brotherhood, unity
All mothers with a baby in their arms
She took her first step slowly.
Looking at her son, she asked the sky:
“Happiness is given to me for a long time, tell me ?!!”
The angel answered her: “You are young!
Your path is far, you will spend years
To go through it with his sons.
You will comprehend happiness, you will shed tears.
Know only one thing, that the end of the road
It will be the best you can find!”
"Is there anything better than the smell of the head,
First word and first, awkward
Baby step? she asked.
The angel replied: "You will find out for yourself."
She continued on her way,
But, surprisingly, not tired at all.
Played games, swam in the river,
The children frolicked, walking light.
The sun shone, and Mother admired:
“The timing is great! After all, we were smiling
Animals in the forest and flowers by the window
We hear birds chirping in the morning!
Well, when the sun went down over the sea,
The night has begun. Here the wind howls
The storm will come and the road is dark.
The children will cry - they can't see their Mother.
Quietly she hugged them, pressed,
Covered with a board and kept the night.
The children said: “If you are near, here,
We are not afraid of anything and nowhere!”
They began to climb slowly.
The mountains are steep, it began to seem to them
That they will not reach, that they will break.
Mom was asked then: “Help!”
Mother helped them as best she could.
It is necessary - so in a word, but it is necessary - so in deed.
"We will win!" she said
By faith, igniting itself.
The children shouted to her from the very top:
“Mom, do you hear, we know from now on,
We wouldn't be here without you!
Mom, thank you for having us!”
Well, she looked at the sky:
“This is the best day ever.
My difficulty did not break my sons,
Everyone is now ready for the test!
And in the morning the sky was hidden behind a cloud -
Hatred, evil went in a crowd inevitably.
Sons were looking for mother with their eyes,
To show them the way out of the darkness.
"Raise your eyes to the Light, look -
Eternal Glory to the Universe at its zenith!
This is God. He will always save you
And never leave alone!
That very night she whispered:
“I gave a lot to the children today.
The best day was that I spent on the road -
I helped the children to understand God.”
Days passed, weeks and years
Mother has grown old, bent adversity.
But looking at their strong children,
Joy filled their breasts for them.
They walked with a bold and powerful gait.
Mother is with them, and if it's embarrassing
It was for her to go, Then, taking it in her arms,
They walked with her, not at all tired.
Here is the top of the mountain, and behind it -
The garden behind the gates, and sonorous trills
There are distributed, trees in flowers.
Mother whispered with a smile on her lips:
"My journey is over, and it remains for me
The best day to end with the sun.
My children are children of children
They go their own way!"
The children whispered softly to her in response:
“Mom, you will always be with us!
We will always remember you
Parables, ballads and songs to compose.
Mom is the word that everyone understands.
Everyone remembers something with him.
All our days are connected with my mother,
They won't let us forget Mom.
She stays with us forever
In clean water from a pond or a well.
In the whisper of leaves, or in the sound of rain,
In applause, calling you.
In every tear that you shed
In every minute that you live.
Mom for everyone is our first home,
Mom is on the path we are walking on.
Mom - you are the first joy and sorrow,
A breeze that brings coolness by the sea.
Mom in the forest, in the chirping of birds,
Mom in a thunderstorm and in the flashing of lightning.
Mom live on the land of all living.
Everyone will agree with me on this.
With her, it is easier for us to overcome trouble.
NEITHER TIME NOR DEATH WILL SEPARATE US!
The Parable of the Mother Who Didn't Have an Eye
All my life I have been ashamed of my mother. She was missing one eye and looked ugly to me. We lived in poverty. I didn’t remember my father, but my mother… Whoever gives a good job like her is one-eyed. And if my mother tried to dress me better and at school I did not differ from my classmates, then compared to the mothers of other children, so beautiful and smart, she seemed like an ugly beggar. I hid her from my friends as best I could.
But one day she took it, and she came to school - she got bored, you see. And she came up to me in front of everyone! As soon as I did not fall through the ground. In a rage, he ran away wherever his eyes looked. And the next day, of course, the whole school was talking about how ugly my mother was. Well, or so it seemed to me. And I hated her. “It would be better if I didn’t have a mother at all than one like you, it would be better if you died!” - I shouted then. She was silent.
Most of all I wanted to get away from home as soon as possible, to get away from my mother. And what could she give me? I studied hard at school, then, in order to continue my education, I moved to the capital. He started working, got married, got his own house. Soon there were children. Life smiled at me. And I was proud of the fact that I achieved everything myself. I didn't remember my mother.
But one day she came to the capital and came to my house. The children did not know that this was their grandmother, they did not know at all that they had a grandmother, and they began to laugh at her. Because my mother was so ugly. An old resentment washed over me. Again she! Now he wants to embarrass me in front of my children and wife?! "What do you want here? Decided to scare my children?” I hissed, pushing her out the door. She said nothing.
Several years have passed. I have made even more progress. And when an invitation came from the school to a meeting of graduates, I decided to go. Now I had nothing to be ashamed of. The meeting was fun. Before leaving, I decided to wander around the city and I don’t know how I got to my old house. The neighbors recognized me, said that my mother had died, and handed over her letter. I was not particularly upset, and at first I wanted to throw the letter away without reading it.
But he opened it anyway. “Hello, son. Forgive me for everything. For not being able to provide you with a happy childhood. Because you had to be ashamed of me. For coming to your house without permission. You have beautiful children and I did not want to scare them at all. They look so much like you. Take care of them. Of course, you don’t remember this, but when you were very young, an accident happened to you and you lost an eye. I gave you mine. There was nothing more I could do to help you. You have achieved everything yourself. And I just loved you, rejoiced at your successes and was proud of you. And she was happy. Your mother".
Parable "Is there life after childbirth?"
Once, two embryos grew and developed in the belly of a pregnant woman. One was called the Little Faithful, the other was the Little Skeptic.
And then one day the Skeptic asked: “Listen, do you believe in life after childbirth?”
Believer: Naturally, I believe in life after childbirth! It's clear - life after childbirth continues. Our life is here only so that we grow up and be ready for life after childbirth, so that we become strong enough for what awaits us.
Skeptic: Yes? I think this is all nonsense! In fact, there is no life after childbirth! Can you even imagine what that life might look like?
Q: I don't know for sure, but there will definitely be more light than here. Or maybe we'll eat with our mouths and run and...
S: This is complete nonsense. It’s impossible to run at all, but eating with your mouth is a completely ridiculous assumption. We have an umbilical cord that feeds us. Without this, it is impossible even to imagine that there was life after childbirth. The umbilical cord is our life! In addition, have you noticed that already now the umbilical cord is becoming shorter and shorter for us?
B: No! It's really possible. It's just that the whole world around us will be completely different - not what we are used to.
S: But no one has ever returned after giving birth! Everyone knows that life ends in childbirth! In general, life is a great suffering in the dark!
Q: Indeed, I don't know exactly what life will look like after childbirth. But in any case, we will see our Mommy, and she will take care of us. That's for sure.
S: Mom?!? Do you believe in Mom? Haha! And where could she be?
Q: But She is everywhere around us. We are and live in it. Without it, we cannot exist.
S: This is all extremely stupid. From this mother, I have not seen a piece, it is also clear to me that, in principle, she cannot exist.
Believer: Sometimes, when we are very calm, we can hear how She sings or feel how She strokes our World.
And I firmly believe that our real life will continue later!
The Legend of Mothers (Ivan Fedorovich Pankin)
My dear boy! You probably already learned a lot of fabulous things about our life. But do you know where the sailors got their strength from? You do not know? Then listen.
Once upon a time, people lived on the Black Sea coast. What they were called, I don't remember now. They plowed the land, herded cattle and hunted wild animals. In autumn, when the field work ended, people went to the seashore and had fun holidays: they sang, danced around huge fires, played games that ended with throwing arrows - arrows of happiness.
If a young man wanted to become a hunter, he shot an arrow towards the forest, if a shepherd - he shot towards the herd, and if a plowman - towards the field.
To look at these games, the king of the seas and oceans, Neptune, came out of the deep sea. This is a very terrible king, his eyes are large, white as bubbles, his beard is green - from algae, and his body is blue-green, the color of the sea. Every time he looked at the games, he laughed and said:
How people do not brag about their strength, but they are afraid of me: none of them have yet decided to shoot an arrow in the direction of my possessions.
He said this because he was sure that no one would dare to try his luck at sea.
Once the young men went to the fire. They suddenly turned towards the sea and all, as one, shot arrows there.
What a rage Neptune came to!
I will bury you all in the depths of the sea! he roared.
Women, looking at their sons, thought: the king of the sea can really bury their children in the sea.
The pride of the people I am talking about has always been women - strong, beautiful, never aging.
The women thought and thought and decided to give all their strength to their sons. The young men, taking their mother's strength, approached the very shore of the sea. In order to keep them out of the water, Neptune threw a huge shaft, but the young men resisted, did not bend over and did not run back. But mothers after that became weak.
Have you seen, my boy, weak women? If you ever meet them again, don't laugh at them; these women gave all their strength to children like you. And now listen further.
When Neptune saw that the young men withstood the onslaught of a heavy shaft, he laughed wildly and angrily shouted to the women:
Let your sons stand against my strength here on the shore, but in the sea I will tear their hands!
The women thought again: yes, the king of the sea can do this, he has strong veins of manila herbs.
While they were thinking, the daughters of the sea king came to the surface of the water. They, like their father, were ugly.
The daughters of Neptune came out and said:
Women, give us your beauty; for this, we will get strong manila grass from the bottom of the sea, we will make veins from it for your sons, and their hands will be as strong as our father's.
The women immediately agreed and gave their beauty to the daughters of the sea king.
If, dear boy, you see an ugly woman somewhere, do not turn away from her, know that she sacrificed her beauty for the sake of children.
When King Neptune found out about the trick of his daughters, he was very angry, threw them out of the sea and turned them into seagulls.
Have you heard, boy, how the seagulls cry over the sea? It is they who ask to go home, but the cruel father does not let them go back and does not even look at them.
But sailors always look at seagulls and cannot see enough, because seagulls wear the beauty of their mothers.
The young men, feeling the strength in their hands and strength in their shoulders, finally went to sea. They got out and disappeared. Mothers wait and wait - sons do not return.
Neptune appeared again before the women and laughed loudly. From his laughter, even the waves came across the sea.
Do not wait for you now sons! Neptune laughed. - They're wandering. You have forgotten that there are no roads and paths on the sea.
And again he rolled into a terrible laugh.
Then the women exclaimed:
Let there be less light in our eyes, and let the stars light up even brighter above our land, so that the sons will find their way to their native shores.
As soon as the women said so, the stars immediately shone brightly brightly in the sky. The young men saw them and returned home safely.
That's why, my friend, sailors are strong and invincible: mothers gave them all the best they had.
The legend of two mounds
Stones mother and daughter (legends and myths of the Crimea)
In the cliffs of the second mountain range of Crimea, bizarre rocks are often found, reminiscent of petrified people or animals in their shapes. These rocks arose as a result of weathering of soft rocks - Cretaceous and Tertiary limestones. Folk fantasy has created entertaining legends around such weathering pillars. The rocks mentioned in the legend are located in the valley of the Kacha River near Bakhchisaray.
Bizarre stones rise above the Kacha valley. Look - it was not a man who carved, how did these turn out?
And here's what they say about them.
There lived a girl in the village, her name was Zyuleika. Good girl. She came out to everyone: with beauty, and with a heart, and with a clear mind. There is no need to talk about good things for a long time, good things speak for themselves.
About the eyes, you can say - beautiful eyes. And which are beautiful? And here are some: if he looks at any man in the market, a fight begins.
Everyone says: she looked at me. So they fight - you can’t buy or sell anything. That is why Zyuleika did not often go to the market: she was afraid.
And what can I say about her lips ... Whoever saw a cherry when it ripens, not when it is already dark, but when it ripens, he saw Zyuleyka's lips.
And what can I say about her cheeks ... She walks along the road, and the wild rose bush that blooms will fade with envy, begins to wither.
And what can I say about her eyelashes ... If wheat is poured on her eyelashes, and Zyuleika raises her eyes, the grains will fly up on her head.
And Zyuleika's braids are black, soft, long. And the whole Zyuleyka is tall, thin, but strong.
Zyuleika lived alone with her mother, a poor widow. She wove canvases with her mother. The canvases are long, very long: if you go along, you will get tired; and thin-thin: you wipe your face - as if you touch it with a ray of light.
You need to weave a lot of canvas to live. It is necessary to whitewash the canvases in the river a lot. Where to get water? There is little water in Kacha, the day runs - two days is not shown. Zyuleika was cunning. He sings a song - the water stops, listens to the girl sing. And downstairs everyone swears - there is no water.
And she sings and whitens, sings and whites, she will finish - she will go home. The water has nothing more to stand, it will rather run further, it breaks everything in its path, nothing will hold it back. People say it's a flood. It's not true, it was Zyuleika who finished singing songs. All the water that listened to her hurried on its way.
In the valley, not far from Zyuleika, lived the formidable Topal Bey. His gloomy castle stood on a rock, guarded by fierce guards. But nothing was so terrible bey as his two sons.
When they were born, the grandmother, who received, groaned, took pity on the poor mother:
What happened to you, words can not tell! You have two boys. You need to rejoice, only you cry: both of them have no heart.
The mother laughed. To leave her children without a heart? And why is she?
I'll take my heart, I'll give you half. A mother's heart is not like everyone else's, one is enough for two.
And so she did. Yes, my mother was wrong. Children grew up bad - greedy, lazy, crafty.
Who fought the most? Bey's children. Who messed up the most? Bey's children. And their mother spoiled them. The best fur coats, the best hats, the best boots - everything is for them. And they are not enough.
The brothers grew up, the bey sent them on bloody raids.
For several years they rushed to distant lands, they did not return home. Only caravans with stolen goods were sent to the father, the father's heart was pleased.
The sons of Topal Bey finally arrived home. All around trembled in fear. On dark nights, the brothers scoured the villages, broke into the houses of the villagers, took away everything expensive with them, and took the girls away. And not one of them came out of Topal Bey's castle alive.
One day, the brothers were traveling from hunting through the village of Zyuleiki, they saw her, and everyone decided: mine will be!
Shut up, you bastard! one shouted.
So what? - answered the second. - But I was born two screams before you.
The brothers were furious, rushed like animals at each other. Yes, we left on time. And he said one to the other: whoever grabs her first, that one will be.
Both went to the girl's village. They didn't walk the way a good man walks. A good man goes - sings: let all people know about him. And these, like thieves, crawled, so that no one could see.
We came to Zyuleika's hut. The girl hears: they climb into the window. She called out to her mother and ran out the door. She would run through the village, but she runs along the road, and her mother follows her.
Finally, Zyuleika is tired, she says to her mother:
Oh, mother, I'm afraid. There is no salvation for us! They'll catch up.
Run, daughter, run, dear, do not stop.
Zyuleika is running, her legs are completely tired. And the brothers are close, now they are already behind, both grabbed at once, pulling from both sides, tearing the girl. She screamed:
I don't want to be in the hands of an evil person. Let me lie down like a stone on the road. And you, damned, to be petrified for your evil.
And the word of a girl, a pure soul, had such power that she began to grow into the ground, to become a stone. And the two brothers lay down beside her like fragments of rocks.
And the mother ran after them, holding her heart in her chest so that it would not break out. She ran up, saw how Zuleika and the animal brothers were dressed in stone, and said:
I want to look at this stone all my life, to see my daughter.
And the word of the mother had such power that as she fell to the ground, she became a stone.
So they still stand in the Kachi Valley.
And everything said is true. People often come up to the stones, listen. And the one who has a pure heart hears his mother crying...
Reader1: Degtyarev Igor (R. Gamzatov) “Take care of mothers”
Presenter 1:
Russian land! It stretches for hundreds of thousands of kilometers from north to south and from west to east. But in whatever direction we were, we always remember the closest, dearest, dearest and truly holy person ...
Host 2:
I believe that a woman
Miracle of the earth?
What on the Milky Way
Don't find
And if a woman
holy word,
That is thrice sacred -
"Woman - Mother".
Reader 2: Grevtseva Karina (A. Starikov) “Mom and Motherland are very similar”
Presenter 1:
Mommy, mommy! How much heat is concealed by this magic word, which
calls the closest, dearest, only person .. Maternal love warms us to old age. Mom teaches us to be wise, she endures all our troubles with us, takes care of us, protects us, sparing no effort and life.
Host 2:
Therefore, she is sometimes strict, exacting, because she
understands his responsibility for his son or daughter, wishes them well, happiness.
Mother is the first teacher and friend of the child, and the closest and most faithful. We do not always appreciate the work of the mother, pay tribute to her, express our love and
gratitude. But nothing warms the soul like the kind, affectionate words of a daughter or son.
Reader 3: Kirill Belyaev. Victoria Vesnina "Who on earth is more expensive than mom"
Presenter 1:
There is no person in the world dearer and closer than a mother. Her love for children is boundless, selfless, full of selflessness. And motherhood in Russia has always been synonymous with holiness.
Host 2:
What could be more sacred in the world than the name "Mother" for any of us: a child, a teenager, a young man or a gray-haired adult, a mother is the dearest, dearest person in the world, who gave the most valuable thing - life.
Presenter 1:
At the heart of any worthy human relationship is love. And the greatest love is the love of your mother. Mom opens the way to love, to inner freedom, to faith, conscience, to everything that makes up the basis of happiness.
Host 2:
"We love sister, and wife, and father,
But in agony we remember our mother, ”said Nekrasov.
In agony, in suffering, a person whispers “mother”, and in this word everything is concentrated for him, it becomes equivalent to the word “life”. A man calls his mother and believes that wherever she is, she hears him, pray for him and hurries to help.
Clip of the song "Pray for me, mom"
Presenter 1: Reads the poem "By the name of Mother"
The rain beats on the window like a frozen bird.
But she will not fall asleep, continuing to wait for us.
Today I want to bow to the ground
The one who gave us life in agony,
The one that is with us, sometimes, did not sleep at night.
Warm hands pressed to her chest.
And she prayed for us to all the Holy Images.
The one who asked God for happiness,
For the health of their daughters and sons.
Each new step we took was like a holiday for her.
And she was sicker from the pain of children.
We fly from our native nest like birds:
We want to become adults as soon as possible.
Today I want to bow to the ground.
Our Russian woman, named MOTHER.
Host 2:
There is nothing brighter and more disinterested than the love of a mother. From the first day of the birth of a child, the mother lives by his breath, his tears and smiles. Love for her baby is as natural to her as gardens bloom in spring. As the sun sends its rays, warming all living things, so the love of a mother warms a child. In his mouth, she puts her native language, which has absorbed the richness of the mind, thoughts and feelings of the people.
People say this: “The mother of one child is naive and inexperienced, like a rookie. The mother of two children is calm and confident, like a demobilization. The mother of three or more children is SPECIAL FORCE!
Let's welcome our special forces.
(Moms go on stage, children give them gifts)
Reader 4: Filippova Maria. Olga Chusovitina "Mom"
Presenter 1:
Children for a mother are the most precious thing on earth. Mother's love for children
boundless, selfless, full of selflessness. Mom always remembers her child, no matter where he is.
Presenter 1:
The power of mother's love! Who will measure it? There is an old parable “Once upon a time, beautiful people lived on a beautiful fertile land. The men hunted, grew bread, and herded cattle. The women ran the household and raised the children. An alien tribe went to war with them. The forces were unequal, the enemy defeated the glorious army. Red maidens and good fellows were taken prisoner. Bitter grief descended on that land, mothers were killed for their sons and daughters. They began to ask heaven for help. There was a voice: "If you want to return the children, give the beauty." Resigned women gave. And again the heavens opened up: "If you want to see children, give your strength." Mother gave. And for the third time a voice sounded: "If you want to return the children, give back your health." The women carried out the command. And the fellows received enormous strength, freed the girls and returned home.
Presenter 1: This parable is about how mothers raise children
Presenter 2: And they give them beauty, strength and health.
Presenter 1: Mom's tears, wrinkles, first illnesses, experiences ...
Presenter 2: Let them be smaller
4. Many nights have passed without sleep,
Worries, worries can not be counted.
Earth bow to you all mothers
For what you are in the world
5. I love you, mom, for what, I don’t know
Probably because I live and dream
And I rejoice in the sun and a bright day.
Why do I love you dear?
For the sky, for the wind, for the air around.
I love you mom
You are my best friend!
Clip ___________________________________________
Reader 5: Tsoi Anastasia. L. Davydova "I love my mother."
Presenter 1:
The spiritual light of a mother is infinite. It is mysterious in its immensity. And I am sure: everyone can say a lot of warm, tender words to their mother.
6. Mom - in the whole world there are not enough words,
To thank you for everything.
For sleepless moments by the bed
And for tears of bitter resentment.
7. For your support and care
Education first steps
And for every hard Saturday,
That you dedicated to us alone.
8. For a smile that warms the heart
For the hugs of beloved hands,
Mom - you are the best in the world!
Heroine, Woman and Friend.
Host 2:
And they must be said not only on holidays, but always - day after day.
Against changing fate
Artists glorified through the ages
Not a girl with a crown on her head,
A woman with a child in her arms.
Reader 6: O. Chusovitina "Mom"
Presenter 1:
Close your eyes, listen. And you will hear your mother's voice. He lives in you, so dear. You can't confuse it with any other voice. Even when you become an adult, you will always remember your mother's eyes, mother's voice, mother's hands. You didn’t know how to speak yet, but your mother understood you without words. Guessed what you want, what hurts you. You didn't know how to walk yet, your mother carried you in her arms. And then your mother taught you to talk, walk... Being a mother is not easy at all...
Host 2:
We are all indebted to our mother. First of all, Mother's Day is a family holiday. Let this day become a kind of thanksgiving day to our dear and beloved mothers for their invaluable work, for their omnipotent love. All the children of the earth say warm words to their mothers on this day?
Reader 7: Sofya Bokova (V. Sibirtsev "Mame")
Presenter 1:
1. We bow to all mothers for selfless love, kindness.
Host 2:
We bow to you for the hands that create goodness and justice on Earth, decorate life, fill it with meaning, make it happy.
Presenter 1:
We bow to you for your great maternal feat.
We bow to you for your concern.
Host 2:
We bow for your understanding and patience.
Presenter 1:
We bow for your cordiality and simply for the fact that we have you.
Lead 2
Let your faces get tired only from smiles, and your hands from bouquets of flowers. May your children be obedient and your husbands attentive! Let your hearth always be decorated with comfort, prosperity, love.
Presenter 1:
May your kindness bring warmth to the hearts of those around you. Let the music of love, kindness, happiness, children's laughter always sound in your house!
Host 2:
After all, you are the most beautiful and precious thing that every person has.
Together: Peace, goodness, prosperity to you, our mothers!!!
Song "Mother's Eyes"
On the screen is the clip "The best congratulations"
This concludes our Mother's Day competition.
(Jury summing up)
“We will forever glorify that woman whose name is Mother!”
Today, events dedicated to the warmest and kindest holiday - Mother's Day were held in the regional center.
A big celebratory concert took place in the Regional House of Culture.The art program was opened by small artists of exemplary choreographic ensembles "Neposedy" and "Ladushki". An important part of the event was the awarding of beautiful women, kind, affectionate, caring mothers of many children, mothers raising disabled children and mothers of the same age as the Krasnodar Territory.
Acting head of the Dinsky district Sergey Ponomarev and Assistant Dean for the Dinskoy District Father Pavel they were presented with certificates of honor and memorable gifts.
- Lovely women! We can appreciate the boundless maternal love and care only over the years. With age, I began to understand that I often, albeit not on purpose, upset my mother, did not always listen to her wise advice, did something in defiance. And today, speaking to you, I also turn to my mother! Thank you for your kindness and care, thank you for the warmth that you give to your children! Let them in return please you with their achievements, as often as possible be there, support and protect you! Happy holiday, our dear mothers! - Sergey Ponomarev, acting head of the district, addressed the women.
Among those awarded - Taisiya Fedorovna Bogomolova, the same age as the Krasnodar Territory. who gave birth to and raised eight children. At the same time, a woman for 25 years worked selflessly in the fruit and vegetable state farm of the village of Najdorf, she has awards "Mother of Many Children" 1, 2 and 3 degrees.
Vera Markelovna Chepikova - the mother of eight children - many residents of the Dinskoy district know. She is the chairman of the Council of Soldiers' Mothers of the district, is engaged in social work. On this holiday, she also received a diploma and memorable gifts.
They also remembered the years of the Great Patriotic War. Hundreds of thousands of mothers lost their children in the war. How many tears were shed in those bloody years! Participants of the exemplary theater-studio "Zerkalo" dedicated a stage sketch to the grieving mother's hearts. The concert ended with warm congratulations to all the mothers of the Dinskoy district!
And in the Intersettlement Library, the state holiday - Mother's Day - was dedicated to an event called "We will forever glorify the woman whose name is Mother!".
Library staff, creative teams of the Children's Art School of the village of Dinskaya performed for the guests.
Warm words of congratulations were also said by Dinsk veteran poets - Lyubov Fyodorovna Nikiforova and Nikolai Petrovich Girsky. Of course, they could not but give mothers their best poems.
The materials were provided by the press service of the administration of the Moscow Region Dinskoy District and the Intersettlement Library.
extracurricular activity
"We will forever glorify that woman whose name is Mother"
Target:
- Learn about the history of Mother's Day
- Contribute to the improvement of family relations, strengthen friendship, love and mutual understanding.
- Cultivate a sense of gratitude for such hard work as a mother.
Equipment: reproductions of paintings, sayings of great people (computer, multimedia projector)
“Let us glorify the Mother Woman, whose love knows no barriers, whose breast fed the world. Everything beautiful in a person - from the rays of the sun and from Mother's milk - this is what saturates us with love for life.
M. Gorky
"We will forever praise
That woman whose name is Mother"
M. Jalil
Event progress
"Song of Russia" is performed by students, guests take their places in the hall.
Leading. Good afternoon, dear guests and dear hosts! It was not in vain that we began our holiday with a song about Russia. Since Russia is our big common home, where we live as a big friendly family. Today, the most dear to us people came to visit us, these are our parents.
The song "Talk to me mom" sounds
I sing of what is eternally new,
And although I don’t sing a hymn at all,
But in the soul the word born
Gets his own music...
This word is a call and a spell,
In this word there is a soul.
This is the spark of the first consciousness,
Baby's first smile.
This word will never deceive,
There is a life being hidden in it,
It is the source of everything.
He has no end.
Get up!..
I pronounce it:
Our conversation will be about the ordinary and the eternal. Mother's love is inherent in us biologically by nature itself. But we are not always able to realize it.
Guys, there is a holiday in November. New holiday - Mother's Day. In 1998, by decree of President Yeltsin, this holiday was approved. It is celebrated on the last Sunday of November. Many countries have Mother's Day. It is impossible to argue with the fact that this holiday is a holiday of eternity. From generation to generation, for every person, mother is the most important person in life. Becoming a mother, a woman discovers the best qualities in herself: kindness, love, care, patience and self-sacrifice.
It gradually enters Russian homes. And this is wonderful: no matter how many good, kind words we say to our mothers, no matter how many reasons we come up with for this, they will not be superfluous.
Among the many holidays celebrated in our country, Mother's Day occupies a special place. This is a holiday to which no one can remain indifferent. On this day, I would like to say words of gratitude to all Mothers who give children love, kindness, tenderness and affection.
Thank you family! And let your beloved children say warm words to each of you more often! Let a smile shine on their faces and joyful sparks sparkle in their eyes when you are together!
Song " The happiest" students perform.
The sun came out
Glittering in the meadow
I'm towards the sun
I run on the grass.
And white daisies
I vomit on the fly.
I will make a wreath -
I'll weave the sun.
The day sparkles with joy
In the distance beckons me
I need a rainbow
Ringing merrily.
By the stream under the willow
I hear the nightingale.
The happiest
This morning I.
I gathered my hands
Pure dew.
Rainbow and sun
I carry in my hands.
And I tease with a song
The wind is mischievous.
And dance merrily
All friends are with me.
The teacher reads a poem by S. Ostrovsky "Song of a Woman."
There is a holy and prophetic sign in nature
Brightly marked in centuries
The most beautiful of women
From any misfortune conjuring
She doesn't do well
No, not the Mother of God, but the earthly
Proud, sublime mother.
The light of love has been bequeathed to her since ancient times
And so it stands for centuries.
The most beautiful of women.
A woman with a child in her arms.
How many of you say kind words to your mothers? We remember them when we feel bad, we remember them when they have a birthday, and on other days?
The word "mom" is a special word. It is born, as it were, together with us, accompanies us in our mature years.
Poem.
Oh, how beautiful the word "mother"!
Everything on earth is from mother's hands.
She us, disobedient and stubborn,
Good taught - the highest of sciences!
Who can be more precious than a mother?
Who brings light and joy to us?
When we are sick and stubborn,
Who will pity and save?
Who will blow the wind of adversity,
Dispel fears, sadness and shame?
Who will brighten up the dullness of bad weather,
Does the heavy burden of grievances suffocate?
Keeps track of home and budget
Comfort, fashion, cleanliness,
Dashing winter and hot summer
Easily coping with the hustle and bustle?
Who will cook a delicious dinner?
Set the table, water the flowers,
Who needs the most in the world?
Of course, mom, it's you!
Responsible for her work
Being a mom is a very hard job.
Everyday care
Everyone remembers her, loves her, waits.
Mom's life is full of thoughts -
Housewives and families.
And because all mothers are right!
And we are to blame everywhere!
Mothers forgive us a lot,
Not offended, not scolding,
Just patiently explain
Not judging, not blaming.
Where so much strength and patience
Take all mothers on earth
To hide the anxiety and excitement
And give happiness to you and me?
The first steps ... Everyone has different ones: someone filled himself with bruises and bumps, someone timidly, cautiously took one step - and this is where the knowledge of the world ended. But the feeling of complete security and peace will always be remembered, because my mother was nearby.
To remember what you were like, look at your family albums.
(excerpts from essays about mother are read)
(Staging of the fairy tale by V. Oseeva "Sons")
We are eternally indebted to our mother, so love tenderly, respect, take care of her, do not hurt her with words or deeds. Mom expects constant care, attention, sympathy, cordiality, a kind word from you. How nice to see children who help their mother. Don't trust your mom that she doesn't need your help. It is she who protects you from worries, so that you study more, read, relax - and takes care of everything. Therefore, as far as possible, make life easier for her, and she will be happy.
Many writers, poets, artists addressed this topic. Many artists depicted the Mother Woman in their paintings.
(showing reproductions of paintings by famous Russian and foreign artists dedicated to the Mother Woman)
Have you ever tried to describe your mother? It turns out it's very difficult. Not all of us know what color mom's eyes are, what voice. The portrait most often turns out to be approximate: we look all our lives, but we don’t see ... the closest person.
Competition 1. "Who will sing whom?"
Teams are invited to take turns singing songs about flowers. Whoever sings last will win.
Teacher. And now Marina will tell you about one not very pleasant news for her mother. Three very cute fairies
Sat on a bench
And, having eaten a bun with butter,
Managed to be so oily
What washed these fairies
From three garden watering cans.
Teacher. And one more message we have, unfortunately, joyless. Here's what Dasha found out about one poor pussy.
Crying pussy in the hallway -
She is in great grief.
Evil people poor pussy
Don't let them steal sausages!
Teacher. And now you will see a fragment of the program "You can do it." Dima will share his experience with you.
I save my mother's work -
I help as much as I can.
Today mom for lunch
Cooked cutlets
And she said, "Listen,
Help out, eat!"
I ate a little
Isn't that help?
Teacher. And here is how Andrei helped his mother.
Mom was making a cake
I helped her a little.
Put cinnamon in the dough
Poured a jar of mustard
He poured a spoonful of lentils -
In general, he did everything he could.
Teacher. Well, everyone helps as best they can, but your mothers are unlikely to be happy with such help.
The song "Merry Cap".
Teacher. And now we will play rhymes. I will begin the poems, and you finish them.
I love to work
I don't like being lazy.
I can do it myself, smoothly
Make your ... (crib).
Our little Irinka
I like to draw ... (pictures).
I will help my mother
With her I will wash ... (dishes).
Yura and Vova have updates.
They sewed pants for the boys.
And the pants have pockets.
Who sewed the pants? (Moms).
Competition 2. "Sports".
Teacher. Task for moms: who will scroll the hoop longer.
Task for girls: who will jump on the right leg through the rope longer.
Competition 3. "Erudites".
1. Lip paint.
2. Flower - a fortune teller.
3. Joyful event.
4. A substance that is added to jelly, jelly.
5. Clothing for the kitchen.
6.Permanent place for stuffing cones.
7. A strand of hair.
(1.Lipstick, 2.Chamomile, 3.Holiday, 4.Gelatin, 5.Apron, 6.Forehead, 7.Curl.)
Competition 4. "Culinary".
Teacher. Competition for moms: tell the recipe of your favorite dish.
The student reads the poem.
Mother.
V.Tushnova
At dusk I returned from school,
He sat down by the window without turning on the light.
This evening will be gloomy,
Because mom is not at home.
Wish it was Sunday sooner!
We'll be with her all day,
Here we have both business and fun,
Let's sing together.
I sit quietly and dream
I'm waiting for her - my good one!
I drink her hot strong tea
Drink from your favorite cup.
Game "Guess the melody"
Student. We wish our mothers
Never lose heart
Every year to be more beautiful
And scold us less.
We wish you dear
Be healthy always!
So that you live a long, long time
Never get old!
May adversity and sorrow
Will bypass you
So that every day of the week
It was like a day off for you!
Dear parents, thank you for putting aside all your household chores, and some of you, having taken time off from work, came here to us with your children. May the warmth of your family hearth be preserved for many years. Love and understand each other. Thank you for your attention and participation in today's family holiday!
The whole hall sings a song.
"Song of a mammoth" Words by D. Nepomnyashchaya, music. V. Shainsky from m / f "Mom for mammoth."
Everyone is invited to tea.
