I really want to believe that this slightly surprising, slightly magical story will be instructive for someone. Once upon a time there lived a boy. His name was Dima. He was eight years old and in second grade. It must be said that Dima was a very smart boy from childhood, he began to speak early, and at the age of five he could already write and read a little. But he had one drawback, for which he was constantly scolded both at home and at school.

He did not obey his mother and father, and often his teachers. For example, his mother will tell him: “Dima, it’s cold outside today, please put on a warm jacket.” And the son will only wave it off: “And I won’t freeze in a jacket!” And what do you think? I didn’t listen to my mother and got sick. Or dad will tell him: “Son, you don’t need to walk through deep puddles in rubber ones, you might fall through or scoop up water with your boot.” Do you think Dima listened to his father's advice? Not a bit! And here is the result: boots full of water! So what are you going to do with it!?

Before going to bed, mom and Dima read books, then hugged for a long, long time, wishing each other good night. Mom turned on the night light, slowly closed the door, and Dima tried to sleep. But he was usually bad at it. Either he will lie on his right side, then on his left, across the bed, or he will sit and sit. And at this time an old grandmother was looking into his window. Who could it be? It was Dryoma - a gray-haired old woman with a ball of thread and knitting needles. She quietly sat down on the ledge and began to knit, whispering various fairy tales and songs under her breath, sometimes saying: “Sleep, little eye, go to sleep, another one, the night has come, it’s time to sleep, until the morning, until the morning...” But Dima did not fall asleep, then Granny Dryoma shook her head and moved to the next window, where the neighbor girl Lisa lived.
After Drema, old man Dream came to Dima’s window, with Cat Bayun sitting on his shoulder. The old man blew on Dima's eyelashes, calming the boy, and Cat Bayun pulled a dream out of his bag for Dima. If a boy behaved well during the day, he would have a good, good sleep; if he behaved poorly, he would have a restless, melancholy sleep. Dima usually had not very good dreams: either he would dream of a neighbor’s black cat, which he was afraid of, or some difficult problem in class that he could not solve. And all because Dima did not obey his mom and dad.
And then one day Dima accidentally saw Cat Bayun sitting on the ledge and looking for a dream for the boy in his bag. At first Dima was very scared, he thought it was a neighbor’s cat, but then, looking closer, he was convinced that it was a completely different cat, quite cute.
“Kitty-kitty-kitty,” he called the cat.
- Mur-mur-mur, hello, Dima! - Cat Bayun purred.
- Wow! Talking cat! How do you know my name? – the boy was surprised.
- I am the magical Cat Bayun, I know a lot of things, for example, that today you again did not listen to your grandmother.
- Oh! – Dima was scared.
- Don’t be afraid, I won’t offend you, but here’s the problem: those who behave well receive good dreams from me, naughty children receive restless dreams as a gift from me.
- So that's why I sleep so badly! – Dima caught himself.
“Yes, yes, to get a serene, restless sleep,” yawned Cat Bayun. - You need to behave well.
- What a nice cat you are! Thank you! Now I will obey my mom and dad, I will sleep soundly, have good dreams, and then I will grow up big and strong!
The cat Bayun did not answer anything, thought a little and took out a good, affectionate dream for Dima from his bag. The boy fell fast asleep and saw how in a dream he was sailing on a large ship on a huge sea, the sun was shining brightly, a warm breeze was blowing and the sails were inflating. Cat Bayun smiled and, stepping with his soft paws, silently went on to distribute his dreams.

Almost every child at one age or another, often or rarely, begins to use bad words. Parents get upset and do their best to wean their child away from such words or just rude conversation. But, as we know, persuasion and moralizing help little. How can you help your child get rid of abusive and rude words in his speech? There are several ways.

How to stop a child from swearing

1. The first one is suitable for very young children. They are simply testing how adults will react and, in principle, do not understand the meaning of many bad words. In this case, it is enough just not to pay attention, not to emphasize, and then the child himself will refuse to use them. After all, he never got any attention.

2. Distract your child from swearing with games with words, or, for example, create your own language. You can, for example, add some “left” syllable between the syllables of words, for example, “car”. Then the word “hello” will sound completely different: Pri-car-vet-car! Such a game will not only allow you to forget bad words, but will also teach attentiveness, improve your mood and give a reason for new correct games.

3. Of course, you can and should always just talk to your child, explaining what is good and what is bad, and how in some cases you can replace this or that word.

4. You can also tell a fairy tale and show what destructive properties swearing can have. Like this therapeutic tale from foul language and about strength, I bring to your attention today.

Fairy tale "The Blob"

One day, a Blob appeared in Anton's notebook. At first she was small and harmless. But every time someone spoke rudely or swore next to Blob, she began to grow. And soon the Blob covered all the equations and problems and got out of the notebook.

Antosha got scared and ran away from the Blob. But the Blob kept catching up with him and finding him, no matter where he hid. Anton swore at her and drove her away. But the more he cursed, the bigger and stronger the Blob became.

The boy ran from the blot for a long time. And she had already become so big that she covered the sky. Then the boy saw that a sunny sun was hiding under a park bench. .

Ray called the boy to him, and Anton quickly ducked under the bench. They began to tremble together with fear.

- Why is it so big and keeps growing and growing? - Anton asked.

- Because she feeds on bad words and swearing. To get rid of her you need to thank her.

- Why should we thank her? Look: she just destroys and breaks everything.

“You can thank everyone for something,” answered the ray of sunshine.

At this time, the Blob had already become comfortable on the street and began to scare passers-by. She trampled the flower beds, screamed in a scary voice and called boys and girls names.

Anton understood that this was his Blot and only he could cope with it. He gathered all his courage and went out to meet the huge Blob, which had already grown taller than the trees.

Then hail poured from the sky, so strong that holes instantly appeared on the leaves. Anton became scared and hid from the blows of the hail behind the Blob and was not hurt.

“Thank you, Blob, for saving me,” said the boy, and immediately after these words, the Blob became a little smaller.

- Eureka! - Anton shouted. - Sunbeam was right. Oh, where is he?

The hail began so unexpectedly that the little ray did not have time to return to his home and was now crying sadly on the bench.

- Blob, can you help the little ray return home to the sky? - Anton asked his black creation, finally ceasing to be afraid of him.

The blot thought for a moment, and then said:

“I can blow hard and disperse the clouds.” Want?

- Yes please.

The blot took in more air and blew upward with all its strength. The menacing clouds, reluctantly, parted to the sides. The sun lowered a ladder for his little ray and he returned home, thanking Blob for his help. The blot became even smaller.

Anton took Klyaksa's hand and went home. Then a ball from the neighboring yard flew right in front of them. Antosha saw with horror that the ball was flying straight into Grandma Moti’s flowerbed.

- Blob, help! - he shouted.

The blot quickly realized what was going on and stood in the way of the ball. The ball bounced off her as if from a net and flew back onto the football field.

Anton proudly extended his hand to Klyaksa with gratitude. Now they walked together, dancing. By the time the boy and Blob got to the house, they managed to remove the kitten from the roof, hide the mouse from the big dog, prevent the little girl from falling into a huge puddle, and several other good deeds. And so, the Blob became small again, as it had been from the very beginning.

Anton thanked her from the bottom of his heart for her science and help. They agreed that the Blob would live in a separate spacious notebook and would no longer stain the boy’s school notebooks and albums. And Antosha, in turn, promised to write more carefully and always speak very politely to everyone.

This is how an ordinary Blob and an ordinary schoolboy became friends. They not only became friends, but also became better people and made the world around them cleaner and fairer...

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IN therapeutic fairy tale “The Blob” I tried to touch upon not only the problem of foul language, but also the fact that you need to be grateful for everything that happens to you, for everything you have, and also how important it is to be able to admit and correct your mistakes.

Don't miss the opportunity to tell fairy tales to your children. They absorb everything “like sponges” and promptly draw conclusions about the correctness or incorrectness of a particular action.

I hope you liked the fairy tale. I would be glad to know your opinion about it, and about the problem of bad language in general. After all, this is our common problem: children bring most of these words from school and kindergarten...

With warmth,

Age: 4-9 years.
Focus: Conflict relationships with parents. Negative feelings (resentment, anger, etc.) towards parents. Inappropriate response to punishment and disapproval.
Key phrase: “Mom doesn’t love me at all! If she loved me, she wouldn’t punish me.”

Bunny lived in a cozy house on the edge of the forest. One day he wanted to play with his friends in a sunny meadow.

Mom, can I go for a walk with my friends?” he asked.

Of course you can,” said my mother, “just don’t be late for dinner.” When the cuckoo crows three times, come home, otherwise I will worry.

“I’ll definitely come on time,” said the Bunny and ran for a walk.

The sun was shining brightly in the forest clearing, and the animals were happily playing hide and seek, then tag, then leapfrog... The cuckoo crowed three times, and four, and five times. But the Bunny was so carried away by the game that he did not hear her. And only when evening came and the animals began to go home, the Bunny also happily ran home to his mother.

But his mother was very angry with him for being late. She scolded the Bunny and forbade him to leave the house as punishment. The bunny was offended by his mother: he didn’t want to upset her, he just played with his friends and completely forgot about time, and he was so unfairly punished. “Mom doesn’t love me at all,” thought the Bunny. “If she loved me, she wouldn’t punish me.”

And the Bunny ran away from home into the forest, found a hole and decided to stay there and live. At night it started to rain, it became cold and uncomfortable. The bunny felt very lonely, he wanted to go home to his mother, but he could not forgive her for punishing him.

In the morning, the Bunny was awakened by the chatter of magpies who were sitting in a nearby tree. “Poor Hare,” said one magpie to another. “Yesterday her Little Hare ran away from home, she spent the whole night looking for him in the forest in the rain, and now she is seriously ill from grief and anxiety.”

Hearing these words, the Bunny thought: “Since my mother is worried about me, it means that she probably loves me. She got sick because I ran away, and now she feels very bad. I have to forgive her and go home because I love her too.” And the Bunny rushed home.

As soon as mom saw him, she immediately recovered, got out of bed and affectionately hugged her Little Bunny.

“I’m so glad that you’re back, my dear,” said my mother. “I felt very bad without you, because I love you so much.”

“I love you too, mommy,” said the Bunny.

Since then, Bunny and his mother lived together and were not offended by each other. The bunny realized that his mother loves him and will always love him, no matter what happens.

Issues for discussion
Why was the Bunny offended by his mother? Would you be offended if you were him?
Why did the Bunny return to his mother?
What did the Bunny understand from this story?

A fairy tale is our best friend and educator! The child, identifying himself with the main character, experiences all the emotions and situations, draws conclusions and gains experience. Therefore, the power of fairy tales should not be underestimated! This story about a little pugnacious bear cub is especially for those kids who love to fight.

This happened in one kindergarten, where various forest animals went. Every morning the forest woke up from the warm rays of the sun warming the earth, and the songs of birds woke up the forest animals, and their parents took them to the forest kindergarten.

Not far from this kindergarten lived Little Bear. None of the animals were friends with him, because he fought with everyone. “Everyone wants to offend me, make me feel bad. I need to defend myself, because if I don’t fight, other animals will offend me,” thought the Little Bear.

He was sad to always be alone, and then one day he went for a walk. He walked and walked and came to a kindergarten where animals were playing.

Look, Little Bear is coming towards us. Maybe he will be our new friend,” said Squirrel.
“But look,” shouted the Bunny, “he clenched his fists and is going to fight us!”

The little bear did not hear the animals’ conversation and, clenching his fists more and more, thought:
“They agree to start hurting me, and I will have to defend myself.”

“We want to be friends with him, but he wants to fight with us,” the animals shouted. - We will defend ourselves! And they ran to Little Bear. The little bear, seeing the animals running up, was very scared. He clenched his fists even tighter and prepared to fight.

Oh you! “We wanted to be friends with you, but you want to fight with us,” the animals said. “We thought you were our new friend, but you!..” they shouted. - We will not be friends with you!

And they left Little Bear alone. The little bear felt that he was very ashamed that he wanted to fight with these animals. Sadness filled Little Bear's heart and he began to cry. He felt very bad because everyone was afraid of him and he had no friends. “What should I do, how can I make friends with the little animals?” - thought Little Bear. And suddenly he saw that his fists were still clenched and tears were dripping onto them.

“I realized that I need to unclench my fists, because, probably, because of them, the animals thought that I would fight with them!” - Teddy Bear decided. The next day, Little Bear came to the animals in kindergarten and did not clench his fists. The animals saw that he did not want to fight, and decided to be friends with him. The bear cub and the animals began to play various fun games together, sing songs and dance. They laughed and told each other interesting stories. And Little Bear, playing with the little animals, thought: “I will never again clench my fists and fight for no reason, because the other little animals never thought of offending me. It’s so good that I unclenched my fists and realized for myself that it’s bad to be a brawler!” And this thought made Little Bear feel great.

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