Letters on education

EXCESSIVE

GUARDS We, teachers, often have to observe such a picture: after meeting a daughter-first-grader after school, mother hurries to help her dress, laces her shoes, grandmother carries her granddaughter's knapsack. You check homework on labor and immediately you see: Dad worked for Kolya, Vitya tried to work for her mother. The natural question arises: why do not parents instill elementary skills of self-care in children, but do everything for themselves? Such guys do not know how to sew a button, patch socks, pat the school uniform. ..

S. Skuratov, teacher, Moscow

THIRD-WAY OUTDOORS

The habit of not tearing children, not getting dirty, not throwing, not exterminating can be brought up in a family, involving childrenin the creative activity associated with the design of any device useful in the household.

For example, my mother addresses the children: "Some dishes require a smooth heat, without a strong flame. How can you rationally use gas, regulate the flame in order to get delicious dishes? "

Children realize: a stepped stand is needed. But which one? Meditating, working and bringing a homemade "flame spreader" from my mother to my mother. In the creation and manufacture of accommodation, the pope also took part.

You can set such tasks for children.

Which device will allow you to control the water flow while watering the flowers?

Where can I find an application for a worn out toothbrush, tubes for toothpaste, cream, glue?

Will the old lampshade be useful in the household?

How and where to use candy wrappers from sweets?

Can I extend the life of a broom?

Children are fascinated with such tasks. Such creative work, as experience shows, contributes to the education of a zealous attitude to things, to people's good.

V. Kuznetsov, Candidate of Pedagogical Sciences, Senior Lecturer, Pedagogics Department, Orenburg Pedagogical Institute

FIGHTING WITH "BAOBAB"

We were sitting with the kids on the couch, cuddling close to each other, turning off the light for coziness. I told them about the little prince. The next day, we already read aloud the book of Antoine de Saint-Exupery and examined the pictures. Now every evening my kids were looking forward to meeting the Little Prince.

And once I looked around - there was a mess in the apartment. How can I get unruly boys to help me? Antosh is five years old, Tim is three years old. I thought it was too early, the children were small, they would only interfere. I'll manage myself quickly. And the children are used to the fact that my mother will do everything.

This time an idea came to my mind. If the Little Prince now looked at us, I say, he would not like us. He cleaned up his planet every morning, so that no harmful baobabs could grow, which everyone can ruin.

I did not expect my words to work that way on children. With what energy they undertook harvesting, they destroyed "seeds of harmful baobabs"!Soon everything was shining in the room.

The next morning found a letter from the Little Prince. Prince wrote that at night, when the boys slept, looked into the room and he really liked "our planet".The boys rejoiced!

When we walk in the evening, we must find in the sky an asterisk on which the Little Prince lives. And always

remember: "Went up in the morning, washed, cleaned up - and immediately put your planet in order."Certainly you have to weed out "baobabs" every day. This is a very boring job, but not at all difficult. And what is most interesting - the children were able to understand: the baobab is not just a tree, but a symbol of everything bad, bad, unclean. They know that "baobab" can grow inside a person. If one of the guys starts to be capricious or greedy, we advise him to rinse his mouth as soon as possible with water - you supposedly swallowed a baobab seed. The capricious man immediately runs into the bathroom. This educational tool operates without fail.

I. Efimova, Frunze

FATHER AND SON

Some fathers complain about the lack of time for communicating with children. But Vladimir Vasilyevich Dronov, engineer, innovator, inventor, drummer of labor, a busy and responsible person, always finds time.

Next to Dad, Vasya grew up on his own, businesslike. Looking at my father, in the morning I made my bed, I washed my socks and handkerchiefs before going to bed. The father always supported in his son faith in his own strength, approved conscientiousness, diligence.

The Dronovs are my neighbors. I asked Vladimir Vasilyevich to help me arrange the furniture. He immediately called his fifth-grader son."Is not Vasya a man? Together we will be quicker to manage. "Vladimir Vasilyevich consulted with his son how to move furniture so as not to beat things, not to scratch the floor. It was necessary to see the happy eyes of Vasya, whom his father values ​​so much!

In his household chores and worries, Vasya, like his father, always takes an active part. She buys food so that her mother does not carry heavy bags, she sets the table for the arrival of guests, but so beautifully - not every mistress will be able to. When my grandmother fell ill, took turns with her parents on duty at the hospital, took care of Grandma, fed her with a spoon.

Now Vasya studies in the eighth grade of the general education school and in the fifth - the musical accordion class. Two summer in a row he spent in a labor camp in the

Stavropol Territory. The brigade that was entrusted to him became one of the best. The school of labor education, which Vasya passed in the family, had a say. No wonder they say: "If the father does not know how to plow, then the son will not learn how to sow."

N. Andreenko, Honored Teacher of the School of the RSFSR, Moscow Region

"Let's HURRY OUR HORSE"

I know one family. I often see my father repairing a motorcycle. A son of five or six years is closely watching. And he wants so much to help! The little boy takes the key to pass on to the pope, but hears a loud cry: "Get away! Go to your mother! "The child is embarrassed. Then he begins to ask questions about what he takes: "How does the motorcycle move? Why does it crack? Why is the smoke coming? "" You will grow up - you will know, "the father shies from the explanation. The child, trampling, leaves offended.

And here's another family. It grows in the same boy."Son," his father calls, "now we'll treat our horse with ours.""It's not a horse, dad, but a motorcycle. The horse does not have a motor, and he does not eat gasoline, "the son readily responds and runs to his father. Quickly, like Dad, changing clothes. And now they are alone at work: they wash the details, manipulate the keys."Dad, you did not put kruglyashok, and the nut will turn off.""Thank you, my son, I saw it," - is heard in response. How much gives the child such communication with the father!

Dear dads! Do not drive children away from yourself when you are repairing, sawing, building. Know: you are watched by small, but curious eyes. They want to understand everything, to know. So do not deny your sons this!

V. Filippov, Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk

THE JOY OF JOY

In a familiar family, a first-grade son has his own garden in the garden. On it the boy grows flowers. The idea was submitted by the father: "In the autumn my mother's birthday. It would be nice to give her flowers to her, and you'll come to the school of the first of September with flowers. "

The boy worked all summer: watered, weeded a garden. At last the first shoots appeared, then the buds began to open. In autumn the boy gave flowers to his relatives. In his soul a wonderful feeling was born - to do good to people.

Does everyone have such a wonderful garden patch in the garden? If not, start it for the children.

Y. Plotnikov, Krasnoyarsk

HOW TO FIND A "GOLD KEY"?

In the working family grew a son-drone. How did it happen?

In schools, students conduct labor lessons on a pilot site. Many school children conscientiously care for him. But there are some who just pretend that they are busy with something. The teacher notes with regret: "When will you finally be corrected, stop quitting?" Was this habit born long ago?

. .. Little Alisher went out into the yard and saw that the elder brother was repairing the chairs. At first, Alisher was watching his brother, then picked up a hammer and nails and started to work. But for a little while - his brother drove him away. Then, armed with a small ketmen, Alisher went to his father, who was cultivating the land.

- Go away, do not bother! You're getting dirty!- Waved his father away from his son. Having shown a touching concern for the clothes of the baby, he did not notice the son's great desire to work.

Many times I've seen how a little girl, standing at the kitchen table, really burns with a desire to help her mother. But more often it is treated with the words: "Do not get your hands dirty, go away, you'll beat the dishes."

So when does the child learn how to work? When to plant seeds of diligence in his soul, if not at an early age? Without labor there is no and can not be education. On this path it is necessary to search for that same "golden key", which will open the way leading to happiness for children and parents.

N. Khudamkulov, teacher of the French language.

WE ARE MEN

I will soon be fifty. And I will start from the time when my wife and I were very young, and Oleg's son - at the age when the children are already good at stamping themselves, but they can be taken in their hands. We walked down the street in the evening."Daddy," says the son, "bring me to the flashlight( this means - to the lamppost), then I'll go myself."I took him in my arms. We reached the "flashlight".Then Oleg strewed himself. New "flashlight".I again take my son in my arms. For him - the game, I'm also pleased. We reached the corner. The next lamppost is far away. Oleg quickly realized that going in the dark will take a long time, uncomfortable."Come on," he says, "Dad, come back, enough to walk."I wanted to insist: let him walk, overcome himself. Oleg became obstinate, capricious. His wife rose to his side, and I retreated, turned back.

For some reason I remembered this seemingly insignificant episode for a long time. The thought of his son's reluctance to overcome difficulties became clear when I began to notice that Oleg in his affairs halfway turned. He was engaged in music school. Without much hunting, I must say, I did, but I finished it. After eight, I went to the music school. Entered, lived away from us, there is no one to push. G od studied, two. .. Suddenly appears at home: the college dropped, not my supposedly this vocation. Okay, look for your own. I entered the railway transport. But he also left from there. I found myself in a disco at part time. .. It was not easy for me, father, to admit, but the fact is: the guy does not bring anything to the end, he does not pass when it is required to make efforts, character, when the "flashlight" looms too far.

Once we spoke with my son about his attitude to life for many hours. Something he understood And what he did not understand - the army helped to understand. In one of the letters the son wrote to me: "Dad, I remembered those of our flashlights again. You were right: I really did not really like myself to trouble myself. .. It's necessary to go really only forward, no matter what. "

After the army, Oleg became a fitter-fitter. Works with interest. I'm happy for him, I'm pleased with him. I'll wait for my grandchildren in time, and I think that my son and my two men will be able to teach them from childhood to win small, and then big, victories. Do not turn back when it's hard. This is a good masculine quality in boys to educate us, men, so my father's experience prompted me.

Y. E ss and Po, worker, Mr. Ershov, Saratov region

DISTURBER

I came home from work. I sit down in the armchair, the hand reaches out to the newspaper. .. And then my boys demand:

- Dad, we have a border guard, there is a border dog, there's only one intruder. Come on, you'll be an intruder. ..

I do not want to get up from a comfortable chair. I disagree, but the boys still pull me to play. Then I start on the trick: I allow you to turn on the TV, because after 25 minutes the cartoons will begin.

Children sit down on the couch, quieted down. However, I can not read calmly. About myself I say: "Do you remember when the sons were very young? Baby squeaked - how did you reassure him? He thundered with a rattle, he portrayed a horned goat, made me tinker with a vanku-vstanka. .. He was amusing, playing. Not much time passed. And what? The children were bored and you stopped playing with them. "

In me the conscience wakes up."Anxiety!- I shout to the guys.- Look for the violator! "The" border dog "is barking loudly. The game begins. ..

A.Anisenko,

, Kuznetsk, Penza Region,