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A
Mother
Some houses try to hide the fact that
children shelter there.
Ours boasts of it quite openly
The signs
are everywhere...
For smears are on the windows
Little smudges on the doors;
I should apologize, I guess for toys
strewn on the floor.
But I sat down with the children
And we played and laughed and read;
And if the doorbell doesn't shine,
Their
eyes will shine instead.
For when at times I'm
forced to choose
The one job or the other...
I want to have a tidy house,
But first I'll be a mother.
~Author
unknown~
A CHILD CARE PROVIDER
A willing partner for working moms,
She comforts, pampers, soothes, and calms.
With all the love she has to
share,
She's great to have when Mommy can't be there.
She loves to rock a fussy child,
Corrects the one who
gets too wild.
She hears her share of tearful pleas,
And comforts those with skinned up knees.
With little children
she plays games of peek,
For bigger ones it's hide and seek.
She is an expert at each game,
But somehow loses
just the same.
She helps them learn the alphabet,
And gives them hugs when they're upset.
She gently tucks
them in their beds,
With dreamland tales for sleepyheads.
She is a true and trusted friend,
Who helps them learn
and play pretend.
Although she's paid, it's plain to see,
She serves them with a love that's free.
~Author Unknown~
Moving On
This little one I’ve cared for
Is moving on today
I’ll
try to be the strong one
As those footsteps walk away
My love will always follow
Wherever she shall go
Though
I will not be with her
I will pray for her to know
That the one who loved and cared for her
Did not leave her
as it seems
Though she moves on, she’ll still be here
Within my treasured dreams
It’s been my task
to guide her
Protect her from all harm
That task now falls to someone new
As I cross my empty arms
And wish
and hope and pray for her
To know another one
Who loves her in this special way
As I have always done.
~Author Unknown~
THE HAND
HOLDERS
A Tribute to Childcare providers
There is no job
more important than ours,
no job anywhere else in the land.
We are the keepers of the future;
we hold the smallest
of hands.
Into our care we are trusted
to nurture and care for the young,
and for all of our everyday heroics,
our
talents and skills go unsung.
We wipe tears from the eyes of the injured.
We rock babies brand new in our arms.
We
encourage the shy and unsure child.
We make sure they are safe from all harm.
We foster the bonds of friendships,
letting
no child go away mad.
We respect and we honor their emotions.
We give hugs to each child when they're sad.
We have
more impact than does a professor,
a child's mind is molded by four;
so whatever we lay on the table
is whatever
that child will explore.
Give each child the tools for adventure,
let them be artists and writers and more;
let them
fly in the wind and dance on the stars
and build castles of sand on the shore.
It is true that we don't make much money
And
we don't get a whole lot of praise,
But when one small child says, "I love you,"
we're reminded of how this job pays.
~Author Unknown~
TINY HANDPRINTS
Tiny handprints
grow so fast
Their awkward groping soon will clasp
A ball, a book, a sweetheart's hand
A diploma, briefcase, wedding
band.
Tiny handprints grow so strong
It doesn't take them very long
To snap a shirt, to paint, to draw
To
labor hard, to drive a car.
Tiny handprints grow to be
A person that is quite unique
A wonderful mix of so many
things
With his own feelings, thoughts and dreams.
Tiny handprints grow to rely
On his parents to bring him up
just right
His parents pray that when he's grown
He'll say their job has been well done.
Tiny handprints are ours
to love
The sweetest gift from God above
A miracle that never is surpassed
How sad they grow up way to fast.
~Author
Unknown~
Child
Care Provider Sanity Poem
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my sanity to keep.
For if some peace I do not
find,
I'm pretty sure I'll lose my mind.
I pray I find a little quiet,
Far from the daily family riot,
May
I lie back--not have to think,
about what they're stuffing down the sink,
or who they're with, or where they're at,
and
what they're doing to the cat.
I pray for time all to myself,
(did something just fall off a shelf?)
To cuddle
in my nice, soft bed,
(Oh no, another goldfish--dead!)
Some silent moments for goodness sake,
(Did I just hear
a window break?)
And that I need not cook or clean,
(well heck, I've got the right to dream).
Yes now I lay me
down to sleep,
I pray my wits about me keep,
But as I look around I know,
I must have lost them long ago!
~Author
Unknown~
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Free Play
You love your children,
And
are concerned that they learn today,
As am I, that's why I'm providing
A variety of kinds of play.
You are asking
what's the value
Of having your children play?
Your daughter's creating a tower,
She may be a builder someday.
You're
asking me the value
Of blocks and sand and clay.
Your children are solving problems,
They will use that skill everyday.
You're
saying that you don't want your son
To play in that sissy way.
He's learning to cuddle a doll,
He may be a father
someday.
Your questioning the interest centers,
They just look like useless play.
Your children are making choice,
They'll
be on their own someday.
You're worried your children aren't learning
And later they'll have to pay.
They're
learning a pattern of leaning,
For they'll be learners always.
~Author Unknown~
"If...."
If a child lives with criticism,
He learns to condemn.
If
a child lives with hostility,
He learns to fight.
If a child lives with ridicule,
He learns to be shy.
If a child
lives with shame,
He learns to feel guilty.
If a child lives with tolerance, He learns to be patient.
If a child
lives with encouragement,
He learns confidence.
If a child lives with fairness,
He learns justice.
If a child
lives with security,
He learns to have faith.
If a child lives with approval,
He learns to like himself.
If a
child lives with acceptance and friendship,
He learns to find love in the world.
By -Dorthy Law Nolte
Partnership
They bring their child to me
and hope I'll come to know.
How much the offspring means
to them,
their trust in me bestowed.
They bring their child to me
with love and hope and pride,
looking for a
helping hand,
a teacher who will guide.
They bring their child to me,
and our partnership is clear:
To nurture
and allow to bloom
a life we both hold dear.
They bring their child to me,
a step toward letting go
and trusting
in our special plan
to help the child grow.
By Gloria Weber Henbesst
The Teacher
Thirty years ago she began teaching
Young children in their threes and fours;
She
didn't know much about children at first,
But over time learned more and more.
She gave them hugs and wiped their
tears,
And never left them alone;
She guided them through the small things,
Which often turned out to be milestones.
Her
first students are all grown now,
And she waves to them when they pass;
There's a banker, a writer, a lawyer, an artist,
And
parents with children in her class.
To those who ask if she plays all day,
She says with a gleam in her eye
That
she teaches bankers to add and subtract,
And artists the color of the sky.
She teaches the alphabet to writers,
And lawyers what it means to be fair;
She teaches politicians to take their turn,
And executives how to share.
She
knows that what's learned in the sand-box
Will influence them for years to come;
It's the little things that shape them,
So
impressionable are the young.
If you to work with children,
And dance and sing and play,
Don't forget that you
shape the future
By whom you teach today!
~Author Unknown~
Handprints
Sometimes you get discouraged
Because
I am so small
And always leave my fingerprints
On furniture and walls.
But every day I'm growing -
I'll be
grown some day
And all those tiny handprints
Will surely fade away.
So here's a little handprint
Just so you
can recall
Exactly how my fingers looked
When I was very small.
~Author Unknown~
Mary
Had A Little Cold
Mary had a little cold, but wouldn't stay at home.. and every where that Mary went The cold was sure
to roam. It wondered into Molly's eyes and filled them full of tears It jumped from there to Bobby's nose and then to Jimmy's
ears. It painted Annie's throat bright red and swelled poor Little Johnny's head Dora had a fever and a cough put Jack to
bed The moral of this little take, is very quickly said Mary could have saved l lot of pain with just one day in bed!
~Author Unknown~
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