Festive program for Mother's Day:
"We will forever glorify that woman whose name is Mother!"
A song from the movie "Mama" is played (script by Y. Entanin and V. Istrate, directed by E. Boston)
The work of the composer F. Schubert "Ave Maria" is played, the picture of Raphael "The Sistine Madonna" is on the screen.
There is a holy and prophetic sign in nature,
Brightly marked through the centuries:
Conjuring from any misfortune
(She really has no good!),
No, not the Mother of God, but the earthly one,
Proud sublime mother.
The light of her love has been bequeathed since ancient times,
And so it has stood for centuries:
The most beautiful of women -
A woman with a child in her arms.
2 leading. Everything in the world is measured by footprints
No matter how many ways you walk,
The apple tree is decorated with fruits,
A woman is the fate of her children.
May the sun always applaud her
So she will live for centuries,
The most beautiful of women -
A woman with a child in her arms! (S. Ostrovoy)
Mother's Day is a holiday that unites adults and children, men and women, village workers and workers, academicians and ministers around the bright image of a woman-mother.
Mom is the beginning of all beginnings, the support and hope of the family, the future of the people, support in sorrow and joy. As long as we have a mother, we remain young at any age. Therefore, you need to protect, respect and love your mothers, not bitterness, but only joy and flowers to present to them.
Yes, indeed, for each of us, be it Small child or an already gray-haired adult - mother - the dearest, most dear person in the world.
From the heart, in simple words,
Let's congratulate mom, friends,
We love her like good friend
For the fact that we have everything together with her,
For the fact that when we are in trouble
We can cry on our own shoulder.
We love her because sometimes
It grows stricter in the wrinkles of the eye,
But it is worth confessing to come with your head -
The wrinkles will disappear, the storm will rush away.
For the fact that always without concealment and directly
We can trust her my heart,
And just because she is our mother,
We love her dearly and dearly. (N. Sakonskaya)
"Profession - mom" 5kl
The first word a person utters is "mom." It is addressed to the one who gave him life. Children are the most precious thing for a mother. The happiness of a mother is in the happiness of her children. There is nothing more selfless and holier than her love. Mother is the child's first teacher and friend.
The mother's heart is the most merciful judge, the most sympathetic friend, this is the sun of love, the light of which warms us all our lives.
Beautiful mothers - there are many of you in the world,
You look straight and open in your eyes
No matter how far the road calls us
We are all seen off by beautiful mothers.
We so rarely bring bouquets to mom,
But everyone makes her sad so often
And a kind mother forgives all this
Beautiful mother forgives it all
Under the load of worries, without bending stubbornly,
She does her duty patiently ...
Every mother is beautiful in her own way
She is beautiful with her mother's love.
5kl Mom __
"Open microphone"
What word is the word "Mom" combined with? What image do you get when you mention the word "Mom"? I will now take a paper-cut heart that will help us today. I will try to be the first to continue with the following phrase: "For me, mom is ...".(Students get up and continue)
Leading: I suggest that you write affectionate words for your mothers for a minute, and then read out the entire list.
Leading: Exam for children.(Questions are written on pieces of paper, the guys pull out one at a time and answer the questions)
What is Mom's birthday?
Mom's favorite song.
Mom's favorite educational expression.
Do you know the history of dating mom and dad.
What are my mother's character traits?
When does your mom get up and go to bed?
If you were a wizard, what would you do for your family.
What is the main thing for you in the family.
What kind of family will you have? Etc.
Most families have one or two children. Much less in families in which three or more children live and are raised. Such families are called large families. Children from ___________ study in our lyceum. large families... Today our guests are the mothers of these guys, I want to talk with them.
Questions:
Three children - is it difficult?
What do you like best about your sons?
If your daughters ask you about your first love, would you talk about it?
How do you want to see your children? Etc.
Teacher
Think more about your mothers, guys, take care of them, love them. Their love for you is deep. Every mom dreams that you are good people.
I want to wish all present mothers love, happiness, prosperity. May your children be healthy, may only tears of joy appear in your eyes.
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The impetuous run of our time should not break the circle of responsibilities by which youth is associated with old age. Because side by side with the rapid flight of youth there are quiet times of old age with its loneliness, and often with pain and torment. And for us, young people, it will be of great benefit if we do not lose touch with a person who has lived a hard life, there will be less callousness and selfishness in relations with people, including our mother.
_song about grandma
1 student:
Girls and boys!
Let's join us
Thank you to grandmother,
Thank you mom.
2 student:
For songs and tales
For troubles and caresses,
For delicious cheesecakes
For new toys!
3 student:
For books and rhymes
For skis and jump ropes,
For sweet jam
For long patience.
Together: Thanks!
So our evening has come to an end! But I want to wish you, dear mothers, that the holiday never ends in your life and in your soul! Let your faces get tired only from smiles, and your hands from bouquets of flowers. Let your children be obedient and your husbands attentive! Let your home be always decorated with comfort, prosperity, love and happiness.
And now for all the moms present here this song sounds.
"The most best mom Lands "teacher
Reader: Take care of mothers.
I sing about what is forever new.
And although I'm not singing a hymn at all,
But a word born in my soul
Finds his own music.
And, not obeying my will,
It rushes to the stars, expands around ...
Music of joy and pain
It thunders - my soul is an orchestra.
Stand up, pine trees of the age-old forest!
Stand up, straighten up, grass stalks!
Stand up, all flowers! And rise mountains
Raising the sky on your shoulders!
Stand up all and listen standing
Preserved in all its glory
This word is ancient, holy!
Straighten up! Stand up! ... Stand up everyone!
How forests rise with a new dawn,
Like blades of grass tearing up to the sun,
Stand up everybody when you hear this word,
Because in this word is life.
This word is a call and an incantation,
There is a soul in this word.
This is the first spark of consciousness,
Baby's first smile.
May this word always remain
And, breaking through any congestion,
Even in the heart of stone will awaken
A reproach to a muffled conscience.
This word will never deceive
The creature of life is hidden in it.
It is the source of everything. There is no end to it.
Stand up! I pronounce it:
"Mum!" (R. Gamzatov)
Attention! The site administration site is not responsible for the content methodological developments, as well as for compliance with the development of the Federal State Educational Standard.
The form of the event is a holiday. This development is intended for extracurricular work with younger students.
Goals:
- the formation of family values;
- bringing school and family closer together;
- 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, competition equipment.
Event progress
Teacher... Is there a person on earth closer to his own mother? Mom is the first word a person utters. While the child is small, the mother feeds him and rocks him in the cradle. Mom will regret and caress, and will guide you on the right path. Mom is the brightest thing in our life.
- Different children live on the planet.
But all children in the world love their mothers.
It happens that we do not listen to mothers,
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 mothers will help,
Moms know how to understand everything!
Since they have a holiday, we also have a holiday.
Let's congratulate our mothers.
Song "Mother's holiday".
- My mother's hands -
A pair of white swans:
So tender and so beautiful
There is so much love and strength in them!
They fly all day
As if tired don't know
They will bring comfort in the house,
They will sew a new dress,
Caress, warm -
Mom's hands can do everything! - Mom's young voice -
The kindest and dearest!
I always recognize him
Among hundreds of voices
I forget about toys
And I run to my mother's call.
I will gently hug my mother,
I will not upset her!
Teacher... Guys, do you help moms? What responsibilities do you have in your family?
- Like turquoise
mother's eyes -
Clear and clean
kind, radiant.
Like stars are burning
Illuminating everything around
And they say to me:
Mom is my beloved friend! - To my dear mom
I would like to wish
More often at home to be with me
So that I do not get bored alone.
So that we read books
Sewed a hat for the bear
It's light for me next to my mother,
Both cozy and warm! - A candle flickers a little:
The mother feeds the child.
Baby heart
Fills with warm light.
Mother and will regret
mother and get seasick,
He will dispel sorrow-sorrow with caress.
Dance for moms.
Scene "Home Essay"
Leading.
Vityok bent over the table
And squeezed his temples with his hands:
He writes an essay
"How I Help Mom."
Then Vityok will gnaw the handle,
That will puff gloomily.
There is a name, and then what?
Try it, come up with it!
But then from the kitchen mom suddenly
Softly he calls his son ...
Mum.
Vitutyunchik, run to the store,
Salt and matches for me.
Vitya. Idea!
Leading. Vityok jumped up and shouted to mom ...
Vitya. What you? After all, I am struggling on the composition, there is still a lot of work to do.
Leading. Mom fell silent, and my son in a notebook brought out the phrase:
Vitya. " For my mother to buy something, I always run right away. "
Leading. Mom opened the door a little:
Mum.
Vityunya, I need you.
I'm going to the shop. Clean bye
Potatoes for dinner.
Vitya. What more?!
Leading. Vityok jumped up.
Vitya.
I even feel sick to listen!
Here is an essay, and you
with some kind of potato.
Leading.
Mom disappeared, and son
in a notebook I summed up:
Vitya.
“I'll cook breakfast for my mom myself,
Lunch and dinner, too. "
Leading. Five plus! - he rejoices and is proud of his mark. And you guys, what are you giving him for that?
Discuss this situation with the children.
Teacher. But not all children are like Vitya. Our guys always help their mothers.
- Everything I do for mom:
I play scales for her
For her I go to the doctor, I study mathematics.
All the boys climbed into the river,
I sat alone on the beach
For her after an illness
Didn't even swim in the river.
I wash my hands for her
I eat some carrots ...
Only we are now apart:
Mom is in the city of Priluki,
Fifth day on a business trip. - Well, at first I'm without mom
put aside the scale,
I watched on TV
all evening programs.
I didn't sit too close
but there were stripes in my eyes!
They have one artist there
walks in her mother's hairstyle.
And tonight is the whole evening
I have nothing to do.
Father has a newspaper in his hands
Only he flies somewhere
Says: "Let's endure a little,
There are still 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 would not waste time
I wouldn't jump on the street,
I'd wash my shirt.
I would wash the kitchen floor
I would sweep the room.
I would wash cups, spoons,
I would peel the potatoes myself.
All my toys myself
I'd put them in their places.
Why am I not a girl?
I would help my mother so much!
Mom would immediately say:
"You are a fine fellow, 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
That, of course, we are not always
We behave well.
We often grieve you,
That sometimes we don't notice
We love you very, very much!
Let's be kind to grow
And we will always try
To behave. - And dad's mom?
And mom's mom?
I call her dear grandmother! - Mom has a job, dad has a job.
They have Saturday left for me.
And grandmother is always at home.
She never scolds me!
Will seat, feed:
- Don't be in a hurry,
Well, what happened to you, tell me?
I say, but grandma doesn't interrupt,
Sitting buckwheat grain by grain.
We feel good - like this, together.
And a house without a grandmother is not a house.
Teacher. Once, walking down the street, I heard such a conversation ...
The narrator.
Two grandmothers on a bench
We sat on a hillock.
Grandmothers told:
Grandma 1. We have only A's!
Grandma 2.
We have - in mathematics!
And five - by language!
But the grammar rules
I'm not dragging you well!
Granny 1.
And I am learning history
And it seems to work.
Only these dates
I don't remember.
The narrator.
We sat and discussed
They shook hands with each other
Although the marks were received
Not grandmothers, but grandchildren.
Teacher. These are our grandmothers! And their strands 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:
- As our tram guessed,
What are we going there? - Have pity on me granny
Let me skip school.
- You, granddaughter, there is a director,
You should be there. - -If you don’t eat,
I'll call Yaga here!
-Do you think that the grandmother
Will there be your stew? - Lena laughs like a goat
And protrude your eyes.
- You, grandma, do not sigh,
Braid your braid looser. - How are you today, granddaughter,
I washed my face in the morning
Brush, soap, towel -
Everything remained dry. - For me, granny, do not be afraid
I won't fall off my chair
So what if I swing -
I'm holding on to the cup. - Granny, I broke my watch
Give me some chocolate.
After all, good is always for evil
everyone needs to answer. - Grandma Fortune Teller Cards
They only know how to lie.
That yesterday I was out of school
They could not find out. - I train with a barbell,
I started pumping muscles.
But here's my grandmother's bag
I can’t lift it in any way. - And my grandma Elya
Does not scold, does not grumble.
He goes to parties with me
It "sticks out" from the computer. - So that granny to work
The evil alarm clock did not wake up
I am him tonight
I unscrewed three parts. - Baba Zina - champion
In culinary sports.
All were slain by "Napoleon".
There are a hundred layers in the cake. - Grandma said "no"
Today exactly a thousand times.
On canceling an evil word
We need to issue a decree. - My grandmothers are dear
What is your allergy.
How do you take notebooks,
So shaking in a fever.
When mothers, grandmothers smile
The clouds immediately scatter
The rain stops pouring
The sun is playing with a ray
And hello to your generous sending.
Stay young at heart
And live for many, many years,
And from now on with your smile
Let the whole light be illumined.
(Children give gifts to mothers and grandmothers).
Contests
- "Mom's helpers". "Help Mom Bring Shopping." (Transfer the items from the bag lying on the chair to the table one by one).
- "Dress up Mom." (Tie a bow on mom's head).
- "Peel the onion."
- "Wrap up Alenka." (You need to swaddle the doll and sing a lullaby to her).
- "I recognize my mom." (The child is blindfolded and he must recognize his mother by his voice).
The holiday ends with a tea party.
· Fostering respect for the Mother, feelings of kindness, love and care for loved ones;
• fostering a sense of pride in your family, respect for parents;
Formation in children of an understanding of the essence of the main social roles: daughter, son, husband, wife.
· Develop students' need for beauty, contribute to the development of artistic and aesthetic thinking; development of creative and acting skills of children;
1 presenter. Good January 30th day to all those present, especially mothers who have come here! Because today's class hour is dedicated to moms.
Mother's Day in Russia was established in 1998 by decree of the President of Russia B. N. Yeltsin of 1998 and is celebrated on the last Sunday in November.
History of the holiday.
Honoring a mother has a long history. From the 17th to the 19th century, Great Britain celebrated "Mother's Sunday" (eng. Mothering Sunday) - the fourth Sunday of Great Lent, dedicated to honoring mothers throughout the country.
In the United States, Mother's Day was first publicly proposed by the famous American pacifist Julia Ward Hove in 1872 as the day of the unity of mothers in the struggle for world peace. Virginia was the first to recognize Mother's Day in 1910 an official holiday... In 1914, US President Woodrow Wilson declared the second Sunday in May national holiday in honor of all American mothers. Following the United States, 23 countries declared the second Sunday of May a holiday, and more than 30 celebrate the holiday on other days.
Symbols and customs.
While not having our own traditions associated with this holiday, we invite you to join the world tradition - to attach a carnation flower to clothes. A colored carnation means "a man's mother is alive", and white flowers are pinned to clothes in memory of mothers who have passed away.
Sounds "Ave Maria" by F. Schubert
leading:
There is a holy and prophetic sign in nature,
Brightly marked through the centuries:
The most beautiful of women -
A woman with a child in her arms.
Presentation "Madonna with a child in her arms"
Today, when contemporary art has moved away from the views of the past, we invite you to admire and admire the works of the past and, perhaps, learn from them something beautiful for yourself ... The image of the Madonna is the image of the Mother - kind, all-understanding and forgiving. Believers have addressed their prayers to her at all times. Each painter put something of his own into her image. In an era when people had a strong belief in the principle of reward for good - good, and for evil - evil - there was a completely different approach to art. The viewer had the opportunity to see all the unearthly beauty and solemnity of the world of saints. Admiring beautiful divine images, a person could strengthen faith in the power of goodness, love and patience.
Scene (parable "Mother")
The day before his birth, the child asked God:
- They say they will send me to Earth tomorrow. How am I going to live there, because I am so small and defenseless?
God answered:
- I will give you an angel who will wait for you and take care of you.
The child thought about it, then said again:
- Here in Heaven I only sing and laugh, this is enough for me to be happy.
God answered:
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, staring intently at God. - 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.
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 will be sad because I will not 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’ll just call him Mom. I am a mother. Is it a lot or a little?
I am a mother. Is it happiness or a cross?
And it's impossible to start all over again
And I pray now for what is:
For night crying, for milk, diapers,
For the first step, for the first words.
For all children. For every child.
I am a mother! And therefore, right.
I am the whole world. I am the rebirth of life.
And I would like to hug the whole world.
I am a mother. This is a delight
Nobody can take away from me !!!
Presentation "My Mom" against the background of children's songs about mom.
2 leading. The happiness of a mother is in the happiness of her children. Mother is the first teacher and friend. She will always understand, comfort, help in difficult times, protect, protect from trouble. There is no person in the world dearer and closer to the mother.
1 presenter. But are we always aware of the price paid for our peace and happiness? Which? Self-sacrifice, self-forgetfulness of the mother. These ancient words, almost gone from colloquial speech, most accurately characterize maternal love. Self-forgetfulness, that is, the ability to forget oneself for the sake of one's child, is a real feat. The mother's heart is the most merciful judge, the most compassionate friend, this is the sun of love, the light of which warms us all our lives.
Mommy, beloved, dear,
My priceless treasure,
There is nothing in the world dearer to me
Than your mother's heart.
Mother's heart (parable about the power of mother's love)
... Romy was born into a good family and, surrounded by the love and care of his parents, grew up to be an intelligent and kind young man. It's time for him to step into the seductive world of love. And the beautiful Viola met on the way of our hero. Her rare beauty, worthy of the artist's brush, captivated the boy's heart in an instant. It cannot be said that the feelings that overwhelmed Romy remained unshared. Viola loved his attention.
And the more grew the anxiety of the mother, who watched the reckless love of her son. Apparently, her heart felt that something was wrong ... But she did not dare to stand in the way of the desires of her native creation. And is it possible to curb the sparkling energy of pure love?
Once Romy returned after a date with Viola sadder than death.
Who dared to offend my bloodline? the woman asked, taking her son by the hands.
For me, there is no one in the world kinder and dearer than you, mom. This is how I imagine Viola. The sky looks at me with her gaze, the winds blow with her breath, springs murmur in her voice. But Viola doesn't believe in my feelings. As proof of my love, she demands to bring her mother's heart to her feet. But does love need such sacrifices, Mom?
The mother was silent for a minute, gathering her feelings. Her heart, full of love for her son, fluttered and beat faster. But not a single streak on her face betrayed her excitement. With an affectionate smile, she said to her son:
My beloved nestling, a person learns life thanks to love. All living things in the world are enveloped and permeated by it. But the road of love is full of dangers. Are you not mistaken in your choice, son? Like a woman and future mother, Viola cannot help but know that the mother's heart initially beats in her child. If she sincerely favors you as you do her, she will understand and reciprocate. Failure should not be allowed to destroy yourself. You have to believe and be able to wait.
But time did not soften Viola's intransigence.
Day by day the young man dried in front of his mother. It was unbearably painful for the mother to see him wither. And the pain intensified from the consciousness of powerlessness to help his son. The mother could not put up with the hopelessness that took the child away from her. One morning she said to her son:
It is bleak for me to see how grief eats you up. There is no point in my life like this. Take my heart and carry it to your beloved!
Sobbing bitterly, the young man carried his mother's heart in his trembling hands. His legs buckled with immense excitement, and he fell.
And mother's heart, falling on the threshold,
He asked him: "Not hurt yourself, son?"
Cold sadness bound the soul of the orphaned youth. And then he realized what an irreparable mistake he had made.
Forgive me mom. I stumbled ... But not now, but even earlier, when I was flattered by beautiful love... And I have no forgiveness ...
Do not rush to judge this son, but rather think about it: how many times did we ourselves take out my mother’s heart from her breast with our words or actions, and how many times, despite the pain we brought, we heard her gentle voice: “Don't hurt yourself, son?”
Take care of your mothers, cherish your mothers, let only tears of joy flow from their eyes, and the heart's anxiety is covered by a feeling of happiness and pride in their children. Love your mothers, take care of them during life and remember them after death. Of course, our mothers are not holy and, like us, have their own shortcomings - cover them with your love and believe that your life will become completely different, because only love can work miracles.
The song "The Tale of the Mamayev Kurgan" (lyrics by V. Bokov, music by A. Pakhmutova) is played
2 presenter War ... And the hearts of all mothers sank with fear for their children.
1leading. But the strength of the mother's heart is great and she raised her sons and daughters to the righteous battle.
2 presenter And the mother's heart was filled with great sorrow from the received funeral.
No wonder on the soldier's obelisks
Mint the memory of the faces of mothers (On the screen the poster "Motherland - Mother Calls!")
Reader.
All people are sleeping
But the mother is awake now.
And the mother of tired eyes does not close
There was a war.
The son was killed in battle,
He covered his homeland with his heart.
A hundred roads were open before him -
He could be a scientist,
He could become a poet, But his mother believes and waits:
There will be a knock on the door
And the son will return suddenly.
All people are sleeping
But mother is awake now
And tears are pouring from tired eyes.
And many days and many years
She is all waiting for her son,
But there is no son. (N. Rublev)
Reader.
Oh, why are you, the sun is red,
You all go away -
don't you say goodbye?
Oh, why a joyless war,
are you not coming back?
I will help you out of trouble,
I will fly like an eagle fast ...
Answer me
my blood!
Small, unique ...
White light is not nice.
I got sick.
come back my hope!
My seed
My little zoryushka.
My bitterness
my bitterness, -
where are you?
I can't find the tracks
to cry over the grave ...
I do not want
nothing at all -
only son
see sweetheart.
Behind the woods, my flip-flop!
Over the mountains - over the masses ...
If cried out
little eyes -
mothers cry with their hearts.
(R. Rozhdestvensky. "Requiem", chapter 5)
So that life does not burn you through the years,
So as not to cry from repentance,
Forever nowhere and never
Don't make your mom cry.
2 leading. Our mothers often have a hard time with us! We upset them with bad deeds, laziness in their studies. We do not always remember how many sleepless nights mom spent at our crib when we were little, taking mom's care for granted, we forget to thank her.
Reader:
Thank you mommy my pain
For the fact that I live in this world.
For what I love, I dream
Because the sun shines on me in the morning.
For seeing the blue sky
And white, awake cherries,
Who brought us a new spring
Behind the rain in the window, walking is barely audible.
Behind the rainbows that rise in an arc,
For the clouds rushing by
For happiness, for such earthly peace,
For the fact that you always keep me ...
Forgive me, mom, the sorrows of parting,
Forgive my involuntary mistakes.
Forgive the weariness of your eyes and hands,
Forgive your sad smiles.
Forgive me mommy, tears in silence
All the burdens of resentment and anxiety ...
Forgive me, mom, all that you can for me
I kneel before you ...
Our dear mom!
These gentle lines to you:
The sweetest and most beloved
The kindest on this earth!
Let sorrows not enter your house
Let the disease pass.
We put the whole world in the palm of our hand
And they gave you one!
The song "We wish you happiness!"
A group of high school students invites their mothers to waltz.
How much did you dance
But remember at least once!
Have you ever called
Your mom for a waltz?
Let our mother's waltz circle us now.
And the years that have passed
Let the cranes call out in the distance,
Let him return to her for an hour
20 years old this waltz, mother's waltz.
Many waltzes, ringing
Flew over her.
But she was leaning
Over your bed.
As in the old days,
The river whispers something.
And again, like then
The stars are shining in the darkness.
The waltz floats over mom.
And on the whole earth
There is no happier than her.
Song from the movie "Mama")
Peace and happiness to your home, your family, your kind. Peace and happiness to the land on which you are walking, you!
Let the new holiday date on the calendar of Russia - Mother's Day - become an especially domestic and national holiday.
- Always be beautiful and loved! May your children give you strength and happiness! Life goes on because you are on Earth!
Attention! The administration of the site rosuchebnik.ru is not responsible for the content of methodological developments, as well as for the compliance of the development of the Federal State Educational Standard.
The form of the event is a holiday. This development is intended for extracurricular work with younger students.
Goals:
- the formation of family values;
- bringing school and family closer together;
- 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, competition equipment.
Event progress
Teacher... Is there a person on earth closer to his own mother? Mom is the first word a person utters. While the child is small, the mother feeds him and rocks him in the cradle. Mom will regret and caress, and will guide you on the right path. Mom is the brightest thing in our life.
- Different children live on the planet.
But all children in the world love their mothers.
It happens that we do not listen to mothers,
And mothers teach us good deeds.
And mothers teach us how to be kind,
How to protect and love our Motherland!
Mothers can do anything, mothers will help,
Moms know how to understand everything!
Since they have a holiday, we also have a holiday.
Let's congratulate our mothers.
Song "Mother's holiday".
- My mother's hands -
A pair of white swans:
So tender and so beautiful
There is so much love and strength in them!
They fly all day
As if tired don't know
They will bring comfort in the house,
They will sew a new dress,
Caress, warm -
Mom's hands can do everything! - Mom's young voice -
The kindest and dearest!
I always recognize him
Among hundreds of voices
I forget about toys
And I run to my mother's call.
I will gently hug my mother,
I will not upset her!
Teacher... Guys, do you help moms? What responsibilities do you have in your family?
- Like turquoise
mother's eyes -
Clear and clean
kind, radiant.
Like stars are burning
Illuminating everything around
And they say to me:
Mom is my beloved friend! - To my dear mom
I would like to wish
More often at home to be with me
So that I do not get bored alone.
So that we read books
Sewed a hat for the bear
It's light for me next to my mother,
Both cozy and warm! - A candle flickers a little:
The mother feeds the child.
Baby heart
Fills with warm light.
Mother and will regret
mother and get seasick,
He will dispel sorrow-sorrow with caress.
Dance for moms.
Scene "Home Essay"
Leading.
Vityok bent over the table
And squeezed his temples with his hands:
He writes an essay
"How I Help Mom."
Then Vityok will gnaw the handle,
That will puff gloomily.
There is a name, and then what?
Try it, come up with it!
But then from the kitchen mom suddenly
Softly he calls his son ...
Mum.
Vitutyunchik, run to the store,
Salt and matches for me.
Vitya. Idea!
Leading. Vityok jumped up and shouted to mom ...
Vitya. What you? After all, I am struggling on the composition, there is still a lot of work to do.
Leading. Mom fell silent, and my son in a notebook brought out the phrase:
Vitya. " For my mother to buy something, I always run right away. "
Leading. Mom opened the door a little:
Mum.
Vityunya, I need you.
I'm going to the shop. Clean bye
Potatoes for dinner.
Vitya. What more?!
Leading. Vityok jumped up.
Vitya.
I even feel sick to listen!
Here is an essay, and you
with some kind of potato.
Leading.
Mom disappeared, and son
in a notebook I summed up:
Vitya.
“I'll cook breakfast for my mom myself,
Lunch and dinner, too. "
Leading. Five plus! - he rejoices and is proud of his mark. And you guys, what are you giving him for that?
Discuss this situation with the children.
Teacher. But not all children are like Vitya. Our guys always help their mothers.
- Everything I do for mom:
I play scales for her
For her I go to the doctor, I study mathematics.
All the boys climbed into the river,
I sat alone on the beach
For her after an illness
Didn't even swim in the river.
I wash my hands for her
I eat some carrots ...
Only we are now apart:
Mom is in the city of Priluki,
Fifth day on a business trip. - Well, at first I'm without mom
put aside the scale,
I watched on TV
all evening programs.
I didn't sit too close
but there were stripes in my eyes!
They have one artist there
walks in her mother's hairstyle.
And tonight is the whole evening
I have nothing to do.
Father has a newspaper in his hands
Only he flies somewhere
Says: "Let's endure a little,
There are still 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 would not waste time
I wouldn't jump on the street,
I'd wash my shirt.
I would wash the kitchen floor
I would sweep the room.
I would wash cups, spoons,
I would peel the potatoes myself.
All my toys myself
I'd put them in their places.
Why am I not a girl?
I would help my mother so much!
Mom would immediately say:
"You are a fine fellow, 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
That, of course, we are not always
We behave well.
We often grieve you,
That sometimes we don't notice
We love you very, very much!
Let's be kind to grow
And we will always try
To behave. - And dad's mom?
And mom's mom?
I call her dear grandmother! - Mom has a job, dad has a job.
They have Saturday left for me.
And grandmother is always at home.
She never scolds me!
Will seat, feed:
- Don't be in a hurry,
Well, what happened to you, tell me?
I say, but grandma doesn't interrupt,
Sitting buckwheat grain by grain.
We feel good - like this, together.
And a house without a grandmother is not a house.
Teacher. Once, walking down the street, I heard such a conversation ...
The narrator.
Two grandmothers on a bench
We sat on a hillock.
Grandmothers told:
Grandma 1. We have only A's!
Grandma 2.
We have - in mathematics!
And five - by language!
But the grammar rules
I'm not dragging you well!
Granny 1.
And I am learning history
And it seems to work.
Only these dates
I don't remember.
The narrator.
We sat and discussed
They shook hands with each other
Although the marks were received
Not grandmothers, but grandchildren.
Teacher. These are our grandmothers! And their strands 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:
- As our tram guessed,
What are we going there? - Have pity on me granny
Let me skip school.
- You, granddaughter, there is a director,
You should be there. - -If you don’t eat,
I'll call Yaga here!
-Do you think that the grandmother
Will there be your stew? - Lena laughs like a goat
And protrude your eyes.
- You, grandma, do not sigh,
Braid your braid looser. - How are you today, granddaughter,
I washed my face in the morning
Brush, soap, towel -
Everything remained dry. - For me, granny, do not be afraid
I won't fall off my chair
So what if I swing -
I'm holding on to the cup. - Granny, I broke my watch
Give me some chocolate.
After all, good is always for evil
everyone needs to answer. - Grandma Fortune Teller Cards
They only know how to lie.
That yesterday I was out of school
They could not find out. - I train with a barbell,
I started pumping muscles.
But here's my grandmother's bag
I can’t lift it in any way. - And my grandma Elya
Does not scold, does not grumble.
He goes to parties with me
It "sticks out" from the computer. - So that granny to work
The evil alarm clock did not wake up
I am him tonight
I unscrewed three parts. - Baba Zina - champion
In culinary sports.
All were slain by "Napoleon".
There are a hundred layers in the cake. - Grandma said "no"
Today exactly a thousand times.
On canceling an evil word
We need to issue a decree. - My grandmothers are dear
What is your allergy.
How do you take notebooks,
So shaking in a fever.
When mothers, grandmothers smile
The clouds immediately scatter
The rain stops pouring
The sun is playing with a ray
And hello to your generous sending.
Stay young at heart
And live for many, many years,
And from now on with your smile
Let the whole light be illumined.
(Children give gifts to mothers and grandmothers).
Contests
- "Mom's helpers". "Help Mom Bring Shopping." (Transfer the items from the bag lying on the chair to the table one by one).
- "Dress up Mom." (Tie a bow on mom's head).
- "Peel the onion."
- "Wrap up Alenka." (You need to swaddle the doll and sing a lullaby to her).
- "I recognize my mom." (The child is blindfolded and he must recognize his mother by his voice).
The holiday ends with a tea party.
Kolmakova Lidia Alekseevna
KOU SOSH No. 1, Omsk
Primary school teacher.
"We will forever glorify the woman whose name is mother."
Purpose: to help convicts “discover a person within themselves” who is capable of rebuilding their lives in accordance with the ideals of goodness, mercy, and beauty.
Decoration and equipment. Multimedia projector, recordings of songs about mom: "Our mothers", "Ave Maria", "Song of mother's love", "Echo of love", "Letter to mother", "House with windows to the garden". In a conspicuous place are posters with statements by writers and poets.
All that is beautiful in a person is 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 glorify that woman whose name is Mother.
M. Jalil.
Music sounds. Readers come out.
I sing about what is forever new
And although I'm not singing a hymn,
But a word born in my soul
Finds his own music.
And, not obeying my will,
It rushes to the stars, expands around ...
Music of joy and pain
It rings - my soul is an orchestra.
But when I say, like for the first time,
This word is a miracle, a word is light, -
Stand up people, fallen, alive!
Stand up, children of our turbulent years!
Stand up all and listen standing, b
Preserved in all its glory
Word it is ancient, holy!
Straighten up! Stand up! Stand up everyone!
This word will never deceive
A creature is hidden in it,
It is the source of everything. There is no end to it.
Stand up! I say it: "Mom."
2nd reader: You know, mother, in different countries,
Where did I happen to be
There is one good holiday
The day when the mother is held in high esteem.
Astronaut from the starry distance,
Deep water diver
On this day, even if it's late,
He will come to visit his mother.
And, forgetting about the previous disputes,
Words will be found for her
Those lucky ones who
My old mother is still alive.
And sincerely respecting
What makes our life strong
We know the Harvest Festival,
Doctor's Day, Miner's Day ...
And proud of the labors
Towns and villages
To the eternal toiler-mother
We dedicate this day.
3rd Ved: This day, this holiday was invented in 1910 by the German revolutionary Clara Zetkin. According to her plan, the day of March 8 was to become the day of the struggle of women of all countries for their equality. Much water has flowed under the bridge since then, women have achieved a lot in this struggle - and the asphalt is laid, and the burdens are such that not every man can handle.
This holiday has long lost its political coloring, and we celebrate it as a holiday of Mother, Spring, Love, Beauty!
2nd Ved :. Contrary to a changeable fate
Artists have glorified for centuries
Not a girl with a crown on her head
And a woman with a child in her arms.
3rd Ved :. Touching and pure, tender and sorrowful, noble and soulful,
courageous and sad, enchanting song of motherhood - the Icon of the Vladimir Mother of God, the song of the tender, selfless touching love of a mother for her child.
The song sounds " Ave Maria »
2nd Ved :. Happy is the one who, from childhood, cognized the mother's mother and grew up under the caring warmth and light of the mother's gaze. We respectfully look at the person who before gray hair with trepidation pronounces the name of his mother and protects her old age.
3rd Ved :. And with contempt we execute the one who refused a good memory and a piece of bread to the one who gave birth and raised him. After all, motherhood in Russia has always been a symbol of holiness.
The song is playing "Our mothers".
2nd Ved: Russian mothers
Such persons:
You need to look at them slowly,
So that in their features
Could open up to you
A beautiful and proud soul.
3rd Ved :. Today we will hear many clever and kind words about a woman, about a mother-woman. Let's take a look at the treasury of the wise thoughts of great people:
Music sounds in the background "Song of mother's love".
2nd Ved :. “The heart of a mother is an inexhaustible source of miracles” (Beranger).
"Mom, I carry your name through life as a shrine." (Yu. Yakovlev).
"Mother is the most respected thing in life." (V. Shukshin).
“Goodness in the hearts and deeds of children is the happiness of a mother. Evil is her grief. "
(V. Sukhomlinsky).
The song of maternal love sounds in the background.
3rd Ved :. Each of us has the closest, dearest person, whose name is mother. We are all deeply indebted to her.
We bring to your attention the dialogue of kindred souls "Repentance with love".
Take out two coffee tables.
A son: Uncomfortable, cold, and gloomy at heart. It blows with winter coolness. Nothing is cute, not even a favorite tune. (the song "Echo of Love" is played).
And tears are welling up right there. Where the melancholy came from. Yes, this is Mrs. Nostalgia herself, in an embrace with memory, granted. And suddenly I felt that this pain in my soul would pass if I, right now, immediately write to my mother.
Sweetheart, dear, mommy! It’s me, yours, I miss you so much, I want to stay and talk with you, feel the touch of your magic hands, which will remove everything: and pain. And longing, and a feeling of emptiness in the heart.
Today you are so far from me, but I distinctly remember all the light and kind that you so generously gave me in childhood, and all that false, disgusting and vulgar, from which you protected and even saved me.
How I loved those magical evenings when you read me fairy tales. I remember well the unfortunate time of my adolescence. How many troubles, worries and sleepless nights have I brought you! It seemed to me then that I know everything, I can do everything, but only you do not understand me. I agreed with you, but did the opposite! I understood that I was rolling down an incline, scolded myself, but the position “I know myself” prevailed.
Mother: Yes, son, I remember it all. How I wished then that you would open correctly for myself meaning of life. A lot of wise and confused people talk about humanity, but I wanted to convey to you by my example the idea that becoming human means working honestly, being a conductor of honor, conscience, and justice.
Son: Yes, Mommy, I am I understood everything, but, however, not right away. I was always angry about your appeal to people with the words “please”, “thank you”, “thank you”, it seemed to me all this funny and old-fashioned, but now I perceive it as a manifestation of true intelligence. Most of all I suffer from how I was often rude to you, broke down over trifles, remember?
Mother: Yes, yes, I remember, you have a dubious company of young people who have become dearer to you than your mother. My attempt to reason with you ended in a nervous breakdown: “Do not meddle in my personal life, it’s none of your business!”.
A son: I was then dissolute, absurd , without a dream and a reference point in life, and calmed down only when, unexpectedly for himself, he was here. Well, we talked to you, mom, even through a letter, but, believe me, it became easier for me. I am grateful to you, my dear mother. All that I have good and good is from you, my best mother in the world, and all the failures are due to the fact that I did not always pass your wise instructions through my soul. Now I understand how it is necessary to be sensitive and receptive to any movement of the mother's soul.
2nd Ved: And up to you, wherever I am,
It's easy to touch your heart….
Love tenderly, respect your mother, do not hurt her with your actions. Write more often, apart from children there is no greater joy for the mother than your letters. And there is nothing more painful and sorrowful than waiting for news.
Sergey Vikulov. "Write letters to mothers."
Singing marching guitars strings
In the taiga, in the mountains, among the seas ... ..
Oh, how many of you are there today, young
Lives away from mothers!
You are forever, young, on the road-
Then show up there, then here….
And your mothers are anxious
Everyone is waiting and waiting for news from you.
They count the days, weeks,
Dropping words out of place ... ..
Kohl early mothers turn gray
Age is not the only fault.
And therefore, serving as a soldier,
Or wandering the seas
More often, guys,
Write letters to mothers!
3rd Ved: A man calls his mother and believes that wherever she is, she will hear him, sympathize, and hurry to help. This is very often the case. The maternal instinct is so strong that women almost always "know" about the danger threatening their children. The sagacity of the mother's heart has long gone into legends.
Are you still alive, my old lady?
I am also alive. Hello to you, hello!
Let it flow over your hut
That evening unspeakable light.
They write to me that you, melting anxiety,
I'm saddened a lot about me
That you often go to the road
In an old-fashioned shabby shushun.
And to you in the evening blue gloom
One thing is often seen:
Like someone in a tavern fight
I put a Finnish knife under my heart.
Nothing, dear! Calm down.
This is just a painful delirium.
I'm not so bitter as a drunkard
So that, without seeing you, die.
I'm still as gentle
And I only dream about
So that rather from rebellious melancholy
Return to our low house.
I'll be back when the branches spread
Our white garden is like a spring.
Only you have me already at dawn
Don't wake up like eight years ago.
Do not wake up what was noted
Do not worry about what has not come true -
Too early loss and fatigue
I happened to experience it in my life.
And don't teach me to pray. Do not!
There is no more return to the old.
You alone are my help and joy,
You are the one untold light to me.
So forget about your anxiety
Don't be so sad about me.
Don't go so often on the road
In an old-fashioned shabby shushun.
The letter to the mother became a truly folk song. The true role of the mother in a person's life, in his spiritual development Unfortunately, we are not always fully aware of it. Let's see what words poets found to express their feelings for their mother.
Sweetheart, kind, old, tender,
Don't be friends with sad thoughts
Listen - to this snowy harmonica
I will tell you about my life.
Here again I remembered you, mom,
And your eyes full of tears
And Panama, familiar from childhood
On a wreath of thinning hair.
Let me, honey, I'll kiss
With excitement, breathing hot,
This poor strand of gray
And a shoulder hit by a bullet.
Ya. Smelyakov.
2nd Ved :. Woman ... Mother ... In the most hard time she did not demand indulgence towards herself. There was tremendous strength in her weakness. Woman and life is words synonyms. A woman gives life and protects it. War takes away this one and only life. After all, the mother did not give birth to sons for the war. Verse by M. Jalil "Mother's Holiday".
3rd Veda: Pain for sons is stronger than chalk,
Will whiten her braids white.
Even if the heart is hardened
Give your mom a drop of warmth!
If your mothers are tired
You must give them good rest,
Protect them from black shawls,
Protect women from war!
2nd Ved: On a beautiful spring day, they devote poems to mothers, talk about love and fidelity. Poets and artists glorify a woman whose name is mother, whose name is Love, whose destiny is to give life, joy, a dream.
The song "Letter to Mom" is played.
3rd Ved: There are many good people on earth,
There are many warm-hearted people
Still the best on earth
Mom, my mom.
2nd Ved: From the bottom of our hearts, in simple words, we write about mom, read for mom, sing songs about mom.
From the letters of the sons ( the background of photographs of mothers with children and the melody "Letter to Mom" reads excerpts from letters).
a). “Dear mom! There are NOT enough affectionate words to tell about my love for you. From birth to the end of days, you are the only one who is not able to betray, offend, stop loving. When others do not understand me, you find an excuse for my miscalculations, and then, of course, you teach me to do the right thing. There is no judge fairer than you! "
b) “I cry over your letters, because they contain you: your good purity, justice, nobility, your love for me, your concern for people, your wonderful mind. I'm not afraid of anything, because your love is with me, my love is with you! "
"A woman with a child in her arms."
There is a holy and prophetic sign in nature,
Brightly marked for centuries!
The most beautiful of women
A woman with a child in her arms.
Conjuring from any misfortune,
She really has no good!
No, not the Mother of God, but the earthly one,
A proud, sublime mother.
The light of love has been bequeathed to her since ancient times,
So it has stood for centuries
The most beautiful of women
A woman with a child in her arms.
Everything in the world is marked with footprints
No matter how many ways you walk,
The apple tree is decorated with fruits,
A woman is the fate of her children.
May the sun always applaud her
So she will live for centuries.
The most beautiful of women
A woman with a child in her arms!
The song "House with Windows to the Garden" is played.
Mother's word.
On behalf of all mothers, I want to wish you courage and honesty of mind. The courage of the mind consists in not retreating before the truth, striving for it, abhorring easy and convenient half-hearted solutions, humiliating lies. Be intolerant of evil, untruth, deception, humiliation of human dignity. Never forget that you live among people. Never forget that there is a person next to you who has his own worries, anxieties, experiences. To be able to respect the human in everyone who is next to you is the greatest skill.
Remember: after all, the mother's prayer protects us as a guide in this difficult, sometimes hopeless life, the most powerful remedy from all sins.
What grace is in the heart,
When a mother whispers a prayer
Calling for me to the Creator,
To wipe the pollen from the soul of sin.
When I'm spinning in a whirlpool
I knock weakly on the door of faith,
Just one key will open the door
My mother's prayer!
When in the dark I wander
And I don't know the road to Life,
This is my guide in life
My mother's prayer!
When I'm drowning in sins
And I don’t know what to do
I do not know the means I am stronger
My mother's prayers.
And wherever I am on Earth,
Always ascends about me
Of the most powerful of all, the most powerful
My mother's prayer!
The song "Mom, Mom, you are my ..."
