For "making me happy" I have a whole "just in case" list.

Here, don’t understand why, but some kind of melancholy has piled up, or even “understand why” and you want to whimper, so that they take it on your hands / take your hands off, cattle!

For these moments, as "Mr. Fix" I always have a plan! It could be:

If in the late afternoon: change the bed, even if it’s not necessary, lay a fresh, crisp, preferably smelling of freshness and wind; lie down in bed, bury the door and take a book “by the side” (the phone is off and no-no break in the door, " I'm not at home"

Manicure / pedicure, choose some completely unexpected color, even if I wipe it off in a day and do everything more restrained


- go to some interesting cafe and drink coffee. I only drink it a few times a year. Coffee, preferably like our Asiatico: condensed milk, orange peel, coffee, liqueur "43", cinnamon... Mmm

Go to the beach, but not in the season, but when it is deserted and swim and swim alone, it is possible to fall on a pile of dry seaweed and close your eyes and listen to the sea ...

Get "half a bag" of my "paints and varnishes", once again wonder at myself: why do I buy so much if I really use powder, eyebrow liner and mascara; - and after watching some video on YouTube, "draw a face / mask" , neigh, wash away and hide everything back, until better times.
By the way, my LIFE HACK: if suddenly, someday in the evening you are so tired / too lazy to wash off your makeup completely (it happens, it happens to everyone, don’t say no), then do as I-I collect a handful of milk to remove makeup and just I smear it all over my face. Hehe, try not to wash it off!
-If you are a "eyebrowless creature" like me (this is neither good nor bad, just a given) - pay attention to this product, I am delighted with it "makes" eyebrows even "in a rare woodland".
I have the one that is shown on 2m.

This, of course, is a massage; including a head massage (it’s better if someone does it, but you can do it yourself with the help of some kind of “stray”

Sign up for an hour of makeup school and let them draw your face, and then you yourself, under the control of a makeup artist. In addition, having paid for an hour of smearing with the most luxurious brands, the money does not disappear - you can buy what you like with them. You can, of course, not buy, but then denyu tyutyu.

Another way to make me happy is flowers, almost all real flowers, except maybe carnations, callas and scarlet roses. Carnations and callas, because under the USSR, nothing else could be bought in winter and they were bought for funerals, and since then I don’t like them. And scarlet roses - well, there were too many of them at one time, almost all roses for sale were from red to almost black. And I love, and strongly, roses are white, cream, slightly yellowish or slightly pink.

Alas, my husband does not buy flowers for me on his own initiative, but will I really "turn sour" with envy, seeing chic bouquets given to other women? May this never be!
And today I "make myself happy" by looking at my beautiful bouquet of 15 roses that I bought myself, but looking at them, I do not stop thanking my husband.
Because it’s Saturday, and he plows the field like a pony, we have +30 in the afternoon, and he works, and will work tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and his next day off will be in September ... I miss him so much, although at this time, when he is at home, he is more of a "piece of furniture", a "sofa cushion". And I understand him: I myself once plowed so hard that at home I didn’t even want to open my mouth to say a word ... And I sit silently and hold his foot, he watches his football, and I look at roses and I don’t need 1000 words to understand that "happiness is", even if it is not "is" and even if you buy flowers for yourself, it's not because you're lonely, but because you know how, or at least you try, be happy...

But it’s hard to describe mother’s love with three short stories, so we have prepared a selection of tender and beautiful parables about mother.

Parable about mother's love

One day my mother was asked:

Which child do you love the most?

Mother replied:

Listen to a mother's heart. My beloved son, to whom I give my soul and heart:

One who falls ill until he recovers

The one who is on the road until he comes home

The one who is tired until he rests,

He who is hungry until he is satisfied

The one who is thirsty until he gets drunk

The one who learns until he learns

The one who is naked until he gets dressed,

The one who is unemployed until he finds a job,

The one who is in suitors until he marries,

The one who is the father, until he grows up,

The one who promised until he fulfills,

The one who owes until he pays

The one who cries until he stops.

The one who left me until he returns.

How God Created Mom

Parable about mom with meaning

There lived a family. There were many children, little money. Mom worked a lot. After work, she cooked, washed, cleaned. Of course, she was very tired and therefore often screamed at the children, handed out cuffs, loudly complained about life.

One day she thought it was not good to live like this. That the children are not to blame for her difficult life. And she went for advice to the sage: how to become a good mother?

Since then, it seems to have changed. Mom looked happy. Although the money in the family did not increase. And the children did not become more obedient. But now mother did not scold them, but often smiled. Once a week, mother went to the market for various purchases.

Now the mother always returned with gifts for the children. And when she returned, and having distributed gifts to the children, mother locked herself in her room for a while. And she asked no one to disturb her at this time.

The children were tormented by curiosity about what mother was doing in her room. Once they violated the ban and looked at my mother. She was sitting at the table and ... drinking tea ... with sweet candies!

Mom, what are you doing? What about us?” the children shouted indignantly.

Quiet, children, quiet! she answered importantly. - Do not bother me! I make you a happy mom!

A beautiful story about a real mother

Once, a whining, still completely blind puppy was thrown into the yard. The cat, who lived in this yard and had kittens at that time, brought the puppy to her children and began to feed him with milk. The puppy very soon outgrew the foster mother, but obeyed her, as before.

Every morning you must lick your hair to a shine, - the cat taught the puppy, and the baby tried, licking himself with his tongue.

And then one day a sheepdog ran into their yard. Having sniffed the puppy, she said good-naturedly: - Hello puppy! You are also a shepherd. You and I are of the same breed.

Seeing the cat, the shepherd barked angrily and rushed at her. The cat hissed and jumped up the fence.

Let's go with you, puppy, let's drive the cat out of here, - the dog suggested.

Let's go away from our yard and don't you dare touch my mother, - the puppy growled menacingly.

She can't be your mom, she's a cat! Your mother should be the same shepherd dog as I am, - said the shepherd dog, laughed and ran away from the yard.

The puppy thought, but the cat purred affectionately: - Whoever feeds a child is a real mother for him.

Mother's diagnosis

One woman's mother became seriously ill. She paid a lot of money to doctors in the hospital where her mother was, but the doctors did not know what was wrong with her and could not help.

Once a woman came into the church and talked to the priest: - Father, what should I do? I had a lot to do, and I did not notice that my mother was starting to get sick. And now they can’t cure her, I gave so much money ...

And the priest answered her: - Take your mother home and spend all the time with her!

The woman did just that. Some time later, her mother recovered.

The woman asked the priest: - Father, what kind of illness did my mother have? I did everything you said and she got better.

Despondency, - answered the priest. - And this disease can be cured only by the love of a loved one.

Paid for by mother's love

One evening, when my mother was busy in the kitchen, her 11-year-old son came up to her with a piece of paper in his hands. Putting on an official look, the boy handed the paper to his mother.

Wiping her hands on her apron, Mom began to read: “Bill for my work: Sweeping the yard - $5, cleaning my room - $10, babysitting (three times) - $15, getting the highest mark - $5, for taking out the trash every evening - $ 7. Total: $ 42.

Having finished reading, mother looked tenderly at her son, took a pen and reverse side wrote: "For carrying you in my stomach for 9 months - 0, for all the nights that I spent by your bed when you were sick - 0, for all those hours when I calmed and amused you so that you would not be sad - 0, for all those tears that I wiped from your eyes - 0, for all breakfasts, lunches, dinners and sandwiches to school - 0, for the whole life that I devote to you every day - 0. Total: 0 ".

Having finished writing, the mother gave the piece of paper to her son smiling. The boy read what was written, and two huge tears flowed down his cheeks, he turned the sheet over and wrote on his account: "Paid for by the love of his mother," then he grabbed his mother by the neck, leaned back, hiding his face ...

When in personal and family relationships they begin to settle scores, everything ends ... because love is selfless and cannot be calculated.

Parable about mother's love

One angel knew that maternal love hides such a power that it has no equal on Earth. The angel decided to reveal the secret of maternal love. He walked among the people for a long time, but did not understand anything.

I did not find any secret, Lord! exclaimed the angel. All mothers behave differently. Some - kiss their children, others - scold, some - pamper, others - bring up in severity, some - accustom children to hard work, others - do not let them do anything.

Then the angel saw that some mothers kiss their children, others scold them, but they all love them equally, more than life.

Length of mother's love

The young man wept bitterly as he sat in the corner of the inn.

Young man, don't be so sad. Everything will pass, - the old man told him.

My grief is endless! cried the young man.

Human life is longer than both grief and joy, the old man remarked.

You are wrong, dear, - another old man remarked.

I am a scientist and I know what is longer than all knowledge. A person dies, but the knowledge he has accumulated remains.

While the old men were arguing, a woman approached the crying young man. She began to console him, stroking his head and shoulders.

If your mother is alive, go to her. She will protect you from grief with her love. And if your mother is in heaven, she will still help you. A mother's love is the longest.

Why does a mother only have two arms

Children whose mother works the most? the teacher asked.

The students began to talk about what their mothers do. Everyone wanted to prove that his mother works the hardest.

Finally the teacher said: - You see, children, your mothers do so many things, as if they had a hundred hands.

One student raised his hand and asked: - Teacher, you told us about evolution, but if it exists, why does a mother have only two hands?

Because these hands are driven by the power of motherly love. And there is nothing on Earth more powerful than it, - the teacher answered.

A beautiful story about a mother

Lord, You gave people faith, but many live in complete unbelief, - the angel who arrived from Earth bitterly complained.

In every person there is at least a drop of faith, - the voice of heaven sounded.

Do thieves and robbers have this drop?! exclaimed the angel.

Yes, look into their souls and you will see it,” the Lord answered.

Again the angel flew to Earth. He looked into the souls of people who brought only evil to the world, but every time he heard them whisper in the face of death: "Forgive me, Lord." In the end, the angel met a man who grew up among robbers and became a cruel robber himself. This man did not trust anyone.

Here is a man who does not believe, said the angel.

Look at his childhood, the Lord commanded.

The angel looked into the eyes of the robber and saw in them how the robbers were beating the boy. Then he saw a woman. She washed the boy's wounds and gently stroked him. "Mom," the boy whispered.

Mother is the name of God on the lips of a child, said the Lord.

"I have some energetic vampire. Lord, when will it grow up already? It can be seen that she is shaking. Usually caring (yesterday she cut a whole bowl of fresh fruit for her and other people's children on the playground), today she is clearly not herself. “The neurologist said so: he is your energy vampire. Until I get hysterical, I won't calm down. Lord, don’t give me more children, ”the neighbor’s mother fires sentence after sentence. Her son is 1 year and 9 months old. Yes, sometimes moody, like most children, but not a vampire. But the neighbor is not a monster either: she tries, follows, offers games, cartoons, cooks.

“What did you think? She gave birth, now humble yourself and be patient, ”her girlfriend suppresses complaints, rocking the restless younger in her arms and at the same time looking after the older fidget. “You think I don’t want hair and nails and heels. Sometimes I look at my peers walking past, and such envy takes. But my mother raised four. There was everything, so it’s a sin for me to complain with two.

“Maybe you should learn to relax? Set aside time for yourself,” I timidly suggest to my “vampire” mom.

“Yes, but where is the time to find it? Husband is working! - a neighbor answers with a call. “Well, he comes home. So leave it with your son, and you yourself - for fitness, for the pool or just for a walk. “No, there is no time. At all. Cook it, then clean it."

The one with two does not let up: “Yes, why are you complaining. Your husband takes his son to his grandmother for the weekend. You are sitting alone." “I’m sitting,” the first one humbly agrees. “I drink Persen, then some other sedatives, it doesn’t help.”

Another mother joins the conversation: “You just have to endure. Such an age. True, then, they say, in three years it will not be easy either. And then at seven. Well, adolescence ... "

"Maksim! Well, where are you again? - the mother of the "vampire" breaks away from the place. The kid, of course, does not answer the question, rushing away across the yard.

She looks like a normal mother's depression, I think, brushing my own child off the sand mixed with cookie crumbs. It’s strange, it seems that such things are now being said on every corner, in any glossy magazines, advice on how to recognize and take action in time, but society (and what is the society there - young mothers themselves) are very dismissive, and even condemning of such a state of a woman. They say with one voice: "Everyone endured - and you endure." V best case sympathetically nod their heads: “Well, yes, not everyone is born mothers.”

So in our sandbox, after the mother left with the “vampire baby”, they started talking about the fact that there are those who are two or three years old - for happiness. Always calm, balanced, friendly. Never out of themselves.

And I listened - and wanted to personally see them. I have no doubt that there are those among us who have dreamed of children since childhood, imagined their life with them to the smallest detail, knew how they would react to every prank. Yes, and they just have a fairly stable psyche. No depression will cover such people, and if it does, they will twist it into a ram's horn and calmly throw it into a basket with used diapers.

But for the most part, mom is on maternity leave (show me the person who called it a vacation), no, no, and “sit on a horse”, well, or turn into one giant electric stingray. Just touch it - the discharge will not take long. It’s good if the lightning flies towards the husband (an adult can withstand it), but the child can get it too.

There would be some specialist nearby, patted on the shoulder, said that such bursts are not the norm, of course, but they are quite controllable. That a child at 1 year and 9 months does nothing out of evil or on purpose. He tries the boundaries of the permissible - yes, but he drinks your energy on purpose (to meet that neurologist) - this is already too much. I would teach you how to deal with anger, explain that any person should have personal space and time for themselves, even if you are a three-time mother on maternity leave. That manicure, heels and a new dress are not selfishness. That you don’t have to “be patient and humble,” because it spoils everything, including your relationship with the baby.

But there are no specialists, and the moms in the sandbox are convinced that each of them has no time to dismiss nurses (at least in public). And if someone gives up, the main thing is to stop it in time (“what did you count on when you gave birth?”)

For what? And I'll tell you: a rosy-cheeked, joyful baby smiling with his charming smile from a poster in the maternity hospital. To happy shots in a family album on a sunny summer lawn. On the same wonderful plump, funny scattered legs and arms in a crib. In the picture, the standard that we draw from the first days of pregnancy.

And when in 1 year and 9 months you do not remember a single Good night when your child swings a shovel at you, likes to throw toys and break glass in the house, this does not fit into a happy picture. Add here jumps in hormones, dad’s eternal employment, a complete restructuring of life for a child who has barely learned to walk, but is already dictating conditions, and she screams in her hearts: “Probably, I’m just not born to be a mother” ...

Calm down baby, you're already a mom. It's not perfect, it doesn't exist at all, but it's not the worst either. A little more restraint, a little lower than the bar for yourself and your child, a little more healthy selfishness - and life will certainly get better.

There is an old Jewish parable. Once upon a time there lived a poor Jewish family. There were many children, but little money. The poor mother worked hard - she cooked, washed, and yelled, handed out cuffs and loudly complained about life.

Finally, exhausted, she went to the rabbi for advice: how to become a good mother? She left thoughtfully. Since then it has been replaced. No, there was no money in the family. And the children did not become more obedient. But now mother did not scold them, and a friendly smile did not leave her face.

Once a week she went to the market, and when she returned, she locked herself in her room for the whole evening. The children were tormented by curiosity. Once they violated the ban and looked at my mother.

She was sitting at the table and ... drinking tea with sweet tsimes!

“Mom, what are you doing? But what about us? the children shouted indignantly.

"Shah, kids! she answered importantly. “I make you a happy mother!”

No wonder poor moms are exhausted by the end of the day! And for some, being in peace and quiet for at least a couple of hours becomes the most long-awaited gift.

How not to go crazy and not get depressed when the house is upside down? Read this wise Jewish parable:

Once upon a time there lived a poor Jewish family. There were many children, but little money. The poor mother worked hard - she cooked, washed, and yelled, handed out cuffs and loudly complained about life.

Finally, exhausted, she went to the rabbi for advice: how to become a good mother?

She left thoughtfully. Since then it has been replaced. No, there was no money in the family. And the children did not become more obedient. But now mother did not scold them, and a friendly smile did not leave her face.

Once a week she went to the market, and when she returned, she locked herself in her room for the whole evening.

The children were tormented by curiosity. Once they violated the ban and looked at my mother.
She was sitting at the table and ... drinking tea with sweet tsimes!

“Mom, what are you doing? But what about us? the children shouted indignantly.
"Shah, kids! she answered importantly. “I make you a happy mother!”