The eyes of the mother

When the newspaper comes out the day after the tragedy [ 1 ], to write an article in an entertainment ruble does not want to - it does not matter. The first numbness of horror; The list of your own, who - God forbid - could ...; The cowardly joy of the edge of conscience, that all their own are intact, and the most expensive are at home, in safety. And a terrible, drunk understanding that this is only an accident, that no one is protected and you will not hide in any holes. Such a day today. You think not about raising children, but about their safety, their survival.

You know, in some plan without them, without children it was easier - not so scary and painful. His life - well, yes, the thing is expensive. But, in general, you understand that someday it will end and there is even its exciting high in the moments of risk. And then children appear - and everything, your life is no longer yours. You live to protect and protect. And those dangers that could be spit on, dismissed, ignored - become convex and obvious, turn into personal enemies. Because they are not threatening you - children.

I used to love risk, height, speed, I loved a quick ride and a navigational place in a car. Leo was six months, and my grandmother let us go half a day for a concert in St. Petersburg - with acquaintances by car. This familiar road turned into a nightmare for me, into a every minute understanding that “if suddenly” - there, at home, without parents, without protection, there will be a very small son. I no longer like fast driving and especially - people who do not observe the speed limit in the city.

Since the children were born, I hate war. Any military film for me is a story about how someone’s sons die, how someone’s children (and this is even worse) kill other children. I do not want to be the mother of the heroes or a soldier's mother. I want to be the mother of happy, creating, creating people - doctors, artists, teachers, merchants, turners, locksmiths - but not a soldier.

And the boys stubbornly reach for a weapon-PIF-PAF, oh-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e- And every time Sasha or Leo is waving with pistols, tanks are built or bombers are launched - it hurts me, as if they were shooting at me. I hate weapons, especially toy. It teaches children to kill.

I try to teach children compassion, understanding that someone else's pain is not a joke, that violence is out of the law, that human life is priceless. This is very difficult, because in every, even a children's film, even in a cartoon, there is a minimum of a fight. And if he did not keep track and the child broke through to the TV, he saw a couple of corpses, through which they stepped over the plot and forgot.

And today - grandfather probably watched TV, the plot from Domodedovo with all the statistics and - I have no doubt - close plans. And then the series and the schedule advertising went. A couple of days, the maximum-a week the plot will be central until the next achievements of the “EP”, some championship ... Human life is priceless?

It seems to me that our children were not lucky to grow in a very unkind, aggressive time when no one can feel safe. “Citizens of the passengers, in view of the danger of terrorist attacks, ask to pay attention to the abandoned objects ...”, I still, being before the next announcement, can not believe that this is true, reality, and not a set in the “Apocalypse” style.

And the children grow in this, such is their norm. However, our children's norm was no better-we learned to sew cotton-gauze bandages and hide under a desk from a nuclear bomb-massively, in elementary grades, instead of singing or iso lessons.

If you believe the news, a new reality is coming. The introduction of the lessons “Love for the Motherland” is seriously discussed [ 2 ]. I am perplexed. Is the knowledge of history, literature, regional botany and zoology - do not suffer enough love for the homeland? Ah, yes, I forgot. These items are planned to be appointed optional. There is a fear that they will be replaced by the hypostasis of the NVP. “Marsh march, left! To love and protect your homeland! " Around - enemies.

Dear homeland, I have a constructive offer for you. Let's better introduce humanism lessons in schools. The lessons of love and self -respect, for their neighbors - around the house, around the city, around the country, and on the planet. We will teach how to learn and appreciate someone else's opinion and someone else's culture, someone else's immunity and someone else's life. They say that from this we can become weak. But so far we have learned to be strong, and this led only to wars, terrorist attacks, and tragedies. Let's try, huh? Suddenly it will work out.

Some very expensive conversation turned out to be in a children's heading. Sorry. Such a day today.

Elena Cherepitskaya .

To be continued.

For the previous publication, see here .

1 See in this issue an article by I. Borisov “The usual nightmare” .

2 See in this issue an article by I. Borisov under the section “Notes of the Consumer” “On the Generation of Profans” .