Mom is a biography

All of them are posted on our website and in social networks. We thank everyone for participating in our special project, for mental stories and wonderful photographs. The best, because my Alena Rutafina tells about her mother Olga Stanislavovna Ryakshina: - I really love my mother. But I want to write not even about that. The main thing, I want to thank her. Without her, there would be neither me, nor insights, nor this story.

Thank you, my mom. I could not start writing for a long time ... Until I wrote, it was growing up. My soul has grown up. My mother was born in the year. For a long life, she ran into many ... early lost her dad, he was a faithful friend, defender and support. Her mother could not cope alone, and she and her brother were taken to her grandmothers. Only her to one, and the brother to the other.

Separation from brother and mother left an imprint on my mother’s life. But in spite of everything, she did not stop loving. Love your mother, brother and the whole world. Lemon of life she is sensitive, tender and kind. And even when life throws the most sour lemons, it cooks lemonade from them. Belief in people and great gratitude for what she has is her principle in life.

No matter how difficult she has a relationship with her mother, she always wanted to make only the best for me and her sister. I remember on March 8 I gave us beautiful clothes for the Barbie doll. She tied and sewed outfits with her own hands. I still remember how happy I was. And now, when she herself became a mother, I understand how much time and effort it is to sew the clothes of such a doll so that everything sits in the figure.

I still wonder when you had time for everything? I had a happy childhood - thanks to you. I like to remember how we read the books aloud when we just moved to the lower tour. How to do repairs together in our large apartment, where my sister and I had our own room. You taught me only good, kind to remember me from every day. My insurance today was asked the homework: to learn the song of a mammoth.

And I cannot calmly teach this song with him. Tears flow on each line. I am an adult woman, and I roar like a child. Roar, because I can’t imagine what would happen to me if my mother had lost me. Roar, because I can’t imagine what would happen to me if my mother was lost in this life. Because my mother is like insurance for me. Like the insurance that the canine landers use. The safety cable is always with them, but not noticeable to anyone.

And they confidently go through the rope and know that it is. So I walk in life and I know that it is. She loves me and always. Thank you, mom. I learned to protect you, I am not afraid of more condemnations or not to live up to expectations. I thought most of my life that I was not in accordance with. It took me 17 years to understand that everything is fine in my life and that we are like it - we love and love.

And everything is fine with us. No one should justify anything. And when I realized all this, sharply, sincerely, to the core, so to speak, then I fell in love with myself and my mother even more. With all my heart. And then I experienced the very gratitude that she wears in her heart. My mother is dear, I learned to love you. I learned to protect you.

I feel too late. I hope we will have many more warm meetings. My mother is the best because mine. Teacher with a capital letter Irina Vladimirovna Tulzhenkova - teacher of the kindergarten "Nest". I remember that my whole life has always supported me in all endeavors, we as a friend, I can tell her everything and will never hear reproaches or discontent. My mother is a teacher with a capital letter, she works as a teacher in the kindergarten “Nest”, I am endlessly proud of her, because this is such a great and hard work - to raise a child.

Mommy, I want to say thank you for the fact that on any day, in any situation, even if I am wrong, I can call you and hear: "Daughter, you are the best." And this is so, because for every mother her child is the best, and for me, mommy, the best is you! Mom from my childhood worked with the children in the kindergarten "Christmas tree" as a teacher, and my grandmother Mom Svetlana Yuryevna Polyakova also worked for them.

I could not tell only about my mother, since I consider my grandmother my second mother. These are the most important people from my life. Both are very fond of and support, try to always help. Mom took a lot of my brother and me, gave us her love and care.

When I went to study in another city, they always helped me, I called up with them every day. Now my mother and brother moved to another area, we try to call up every day. I really look forward to the New Year holidays when they arrive, and we will sit down at the Family table together. Since my mother and grandmother worked with children, I decided to keep up with them.

Now I also work with children - a primary school teacher in the Isov school. As my mother says: "If my children are good, then I am happy." I will remember these words for life and, when I myself have children, I will try to give them everything that they gave me at one time. Thank you for what I have.That is how we want to start a story about our mother. Maternal unconditional love is the best thing that can happen to a person in his whole life.

My brother and our mother were very lucky in the brightest and most dark days our mother is always with us, always in touch! Not a single phone call can begin without her warm and caring words: “Child, how are you? How is health? Did you eat today? Warmly and what are you dressed in?! They are necessary in order to maintain a feeling of love for everything and everyone, to know that you love and love, you are valuable and ready to give to people, your favorite business and yourself more and more.

Because you yourself are completely filled with this very pure and sincere love. This love for life. The caring darling among themselves is my brother and I call our mother a “caring darling”. She knows about it and sometimes offends us, but we ask us not to manipulate! Our mother is our best friend, our support, support, our life. From childhood, she taught us to share with each other, buying one Maaalenic chocolate and dividing it into equal parts.

And we still share all the “Polapam”: joy, and grief, and just all that happens to us in this daily cycle of events! This is a very valuable lesson. Thank you, mom, you are for us! Our strength and our fortress is a house, the heart of our parents. Mom, we love you! More materials, according to the property management committee of the NTGO administration, is there currently a simplified procedure for the publication?