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Handprint Poems Children Need When Your Child Comes Home Messy
Memos From Your Child There's Nothing In My Bag Ode To Daycare
Partnership They Will Remember Why Hands On?
The Hand Holders Touching The Future Lived In A Shoe
The Child Care Provider Good Bye Letter to Parents Toddler Creed
Pillowcase Poem Children are like Sponges Kids who are Different
What do daycare providers make? Smiling is Infectious Coming Soon

Handprint Poems

My dirty little hand prints
I've left on every wall
And on the drawers and table tops
I've really marked them all
But here is one that won't rub off
I'm giving it to you
Because I'm so thankful
for a mother just like you.
I miss you when we're not together
I'm growing up so fast
See how big I've gotten
Since you saw me last?
As I grow, I'll change a lot,
The years will fly right by.
You'll wonder how I grew so quick
When and where and why?
So look upon this hand print plaque
That's hanging on your wall.
And memories will come back of me,
When I was very small

MY HANDS

These little hands can wave hello
or put smudges on the wall.
They can fold in prayer,
throw a kiss or
reach up when I say, "so tall."
They will clasp your hand for an Autumn stroll.
Or shape a dinosaur from clay.
But most of all, they will stay with you
when I'm grown and far away.

I miss you when we're not together
I'm growing up so fast
See how big I've gotten
Since you saw me last?
As I grow, I'll change a lot,
The years will fly right by.
You'll wonder how I grew so quick
When and where and why?
So look upon this hand print plaque
That's hanging on your wall.
And memories will come back of me,
When I was very small

Sometimes you get discouraged
Because I am so small
And I always leave my fingerprints
on furniture and walls.
But every day I'm growing-
I'll be grown up someday
And all those tiny handprints
Will surely fade away.
So here's a final handprint
Just so you can recall
Exactly how my fingers looked
When I was very small.

TINY HANDPRINTS

Tiny handprints grow so fast
Their awkward groping soon will clasp
A ball, a book, a sweetheart's hand
A diploma, breifcase, 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.

Children Need

A ppreciation, for all they bring into our lives
B alance, somewhere between too little and too much.
C ommitment, it's the little things we do each day that matter.
D reams, to touch the future.
E mpathy, remember what it was like to be a child.
F amily And Friends, everyone needs someone to love.
G uidance, actions speak louder than words.
H ealthy Habits, to nurture body, mind and spirit.
I nspiration, to explore beauty, wonder and mystery.
J oy, sprinkle laughter and happiness daily.
K indness, to learn to care for others as they are cared for.
L imits, set boundaries and consequences together.
M entors, to give wings to their aspirations.
N ature, to delight in rainbow butterflies and shooting stars.
O pportunities, to discover what truly makes their heart sing.
P lay, the "work" of childhood.
Q uiet Time, to recharge their batteries.
R esponsibilities, to build self-esteem and self-confidence.
S ecurity, feeling safe is essential for growth.
T raditions, keep the family tree alive & sprout new branches.
U nconditional Love, for who they are , not for what they do.
V alues, live yours and encourage them to find theirs.
W ords Of Encouragement, You can do it, I believe in you.
X oxoxo's, hug and kiss them each and every day.
Y ou, your presence more than your presents.
Z zzzzzzs, a good night's sleep.

When Your Child Comes Home Messy

Red paint in the hair?
Blue paint on the jeans?
Sand in the shoes?
Peanut butter on the favorite shirt?
White socks that look brown?
Sleeves a little bit damp?

YOUR CHILD probably...

worked with a friend
solved a problem
created a masterpiece
negotiated a difference
learned a new skill
had a great time
developed new language skills

YOUR CHILD probably didn't...

feel lonely
become bored
do repetitive tasks that are too babyish
do worksheet tasks that are too easy
do sit down work that is discouraging
YOU probably...
Paid good money for those clothes
Will have trouble getting the red paint out
Are concerned that the caregiver
isn't paying enough attention to your child

THE CAREGIVER probably...

Was aware of your child's needs and interests
Spent time planning a challenging activity
for the children
Encouraged the children to try new things
Put smocks on the children
Was worried that you might be concerned

~ Author Unknown ~

*Try to remember your favorite activity
when you were four years old. Was it outdoor play with water, mud,
dress up clothes, with friends? Young children really learn when they are
actively involved in play, not when someone is talking to them.
There is a difference between "messy" and "lack of care".
The caregiver made sure your child was
fed, warm, took a nap, washed hands
after toileting and before eating,
and also planned messy fun things
to do because that's how young children learn!
Send your child in clothes that can get dirty!
Keep extra old clothes at the play site for times
when the child gets wet or really messy.
If you need to take the child out,
bring the dress up clothes and allow time to change.
Keep calm.
Remember in a few years, teenagers will use
your shampoo, mirrors, and most of your towels to be clean.
But young children need time to be kids.
If you have concerns, talk to your child's caregiver
about active play.

Memos From Your Child

•Don't spoil me. I know quite well that I ought not to have
all I ask for ... I'm only testing you.
•Don't be afraid to be firm with me.
I prefer it.. it makes me feel more secure.
•Don't correct me in front of people if you can help it.
I'll take much more notice if you talk to me in private.
•Don't make me feel that my mistakes are sins.
It upsets my sense of values.
•Don't be too upset if I say, "I hate you."
It isn't that I hate you, but only that I need your attention.
•Don't protect me from consequences.
I need to learn the hard way.
•Don't take too much notice of my small ailments.
Sometimes they get me the attention I want.
•Don't nag. If you do, I shall have to
protect myself by appearing deaf.
•Don't make rash promises. Remember that I feel badly
let down when promises are broken.
•Don't forget that I cannot explain myself as well as I should like.
This is why I'm not always accurate.
•Don't tax my honesty too much.
I am easily frightened into telling lies.
•Don't be inconsistent. That completely confuses me
and makes me lose my faith in you.
•Don't put me off when I ask you questions. If you do, you will find
that I stop asking and seek my information elsewhere.
•Don't tell me my fears are silly. They are terribly real
and you can do much to try to understand.
•Don't ever suggest that you are perfect or infallible.
It gives me too great a shock when I discover that you are neither.
•Don't ever think it beneath your dignity to apologize to me.
An honest apology makes me feel surprisingly warm to you.
•Don't forget how quickly I am growing up. It must be very
difficult for you to keep pace with me but please try.
•Don't forget I love experimenting. I couldn't get along
without it, so please put up with it.
•Don't forget that I can't thrive without lots of love.
But I don't need to tell you all the time, do I?
-- Author Unknown --

There's Nothing in my bag today?

There's nothing in my bag today.
Today I did my Math and Science - I toasted bread.
I halved and quartered, counted, measured,
used my eyes, ears and head.
I added and subtracted on the way,
I used the magnet blocks and memory tray.
I learned about a rainbow and how to weigh.
So please don't say, "Anything in your bag today?"
You see I'm learning as I play, I learn to listen
and speak clearly when I talk.
To wait my turn, and when inside to walk.
To put my thoughts into a phrase,
To guide my crayon through a maze.
To find my name and write it down,
To do it with a smile and not a frown.
To put my painting brush away,
So please don't say, "What, Nothing in your bag today?"
I've learnt about a snail and a worm,
Remembered how to take my turn.
Helped a friend when he was stuck,
Learnt that water runs off a duck.
Looked at words from left to right,
Agreed to differ, not to fight.
So please, don't say, "Did you only play today?"
Yes I played the whole day through,
I played to learn the things I do.
I seek a problem, find a clue, My career sets the scene and stands nearby,
To help me when I really try.
They are there to pose the problems,
and to help me think.
I hope they'll keep me floating, and never let me sink.
All this is in my head, and not in my bag.
It makes me sad to hear you say, "Haven't you done anything today?"
When you attend your meetings and do your work today,
I will remember not to say to you.
"What, nothing in your bag? What did you do today?"

ODE TO DAYCARE

Little children come to me for hugs and books and such
I care for all their simple needs and I also fix them lunch.
I pick up toys, I mop their spills and often dry their tears.
I change their diapers, settle fights, and kiss away their tears
I tie their shoes, I button coats and push them on the swing.
I really love these kids you see but there is just one more thing
Call me Mom or Aunt or Florence, and those names just might fit.
But please don't call me SITTER because I never get to SIT!
~ author unknown ~

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

THEY WILL REMEMBER

I take care of your children.
I love them.
I teach them.
I clean them, and
I feed them.
And when nighttime comes,
my heart worries about them
I take care of your children.
I see their first steps.
I hear their first words.
I share their happiness, and
I feel their hurts.
I take care of your children,
as if they were my own.
And when they are grown,
And no longer need me,
My love will be a part of them
deep within the heart of them.
They will know that I was there for them unconditionally.
And they will remember! ~~By Eileen Koscho~~

WHY HANDS-ON?

I tried to teach my child with books;
He gave me only puzzled looks.
I tried to teach my child with words;
They passed him by often unheard.
Despairingly, I turned aside;
"How shall I teach this child," I cried.
Into my hand he put the key,
"Come," He said, "Play with me."
~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.

TOUCHING THE FUTURE

I don't wear power suits, make speeches,
or drive a fancy sports car.
I've never talked on a car phone, made a big sale,
or been elected to the Senate.
I don't "do lunch", have a big impressive office
or carry a beeper.
I spend my days wiping away tears, giving hugs,
and serving chicken nuggets.
A good day is when I go through a whole day
Without a temper tantrum, bite mark
or a toilet training accident.
My "office" is a room full of brightly colored toys
and laughing children.
You may not think that what I do is very important
And you may even whisper behind my back
"What a waste of a good mind." But I know better.
I make a difference because I'm changing the world
one child at a time.
Everyday I'm getting the once in a lifetime chance to
touch the future.
I'm proud to say
"I'm a child care provider".
~by Marti Doyle~

LIVED IN A SHOE

There was a provider who lived in a shoe
But being professional, she knew what to do.
She made best use of the space she could spare
And set up her home for family child care.
She registered with the state, called USDA,
Checked in with her R & R the very next day.
She knew she would need help in her situation,
The answer was joining a provider association.
She took CPR and First Aid classes, too
And brushed up on all the things kids like to do.
She advertised, interviewed, contracted, and then
She counted the kids carefully -- no more than ten.
She fed them good foods and recorded it, too.
She potty-trained Jake; helped Mark tie his shoe.
Collected art items and made a new batch of clay
And cut out cute pictures for a new theme's display.
She diapered, she bandaged, she wiped every nose.
She comforted Tim when Sue stepped on his toes.
She cooked and she washed, scrubbing floors, scraping glue.
She recorded attendance; did her bookkeeping, too.
She wrote parents notes home 'bout the kids in her care,
Anecdotes and concerns that they'd want her to share.
She read to the children while they sat in her lap
And she sang to them softly when they started to nap.
She called a provider who was feeling depressed.
She spoon-fed the baby, then got him redressed.
She picked up and dusted when they went out the door.
She updated records, picked up toys, mopped the floor.
She started the laundry, checked the mail, made a list
Of the groceries she needed and the chores that she'd missed.
She collapsed in a chair and put up her feet,
Then in came her family wanting something to eat.
She fed them all quickly, heard their stories, gave them hugs,
Then she rapidly washed up all the dishes and mugs.
As the family retired at the end of the day
She got out some books to study for her CDA.
She reflects on her day, in her eye there's a gleam,
For this provider is developing pride and esteem.
She works a long day and the pay isn't fair,
But the kids that she works with get quality care.
Their parents commute to their work sites each day,
Concerns about child care aren't in their way.
They are free to produce at a marvelous rate,
Which benefits business all over the state.
If you live in a big house or even a shoe,
Great is the work a provider can do.
Be proud, stand up tall, wear a smile on your face,
You are helping "tomorrow" be a much better place!
--Author unknown--

The Childcare Provider

Although I'm not their mother,
I care for them each day.
I cuddle, sing, and read to them,
And watch them as they play.
I see each new accomplishment,
and help them grow and learn.
I understand their language,
and I listen with concern.
They come to me for comfort,
And I kiss away their tears.
They proudly show their work to me,
I give the loudest cheers!
No, I am not their mother,
But my role is just as strong.
I nurture them and keep them safe,
though maybe not for long.
I know someday the time may come
When we will have to part.
But I know each child I've cared for
Is forever in my heart!

Letter to Parents from Childcare Provider

Dear (Mom & Dad's name), I give you back (dck's name), the same child you confidently entrusted in my care. I give her back pounds heavier, inches taller, months wiser, more responsible and more mature than she was. Although she would have attained her growth in spite of me, it has been my pleasure and privilege to watch her personality unfold day by day and marvel at this splendid miracle of development.
I give her back reluctantly, for having spent this time together in the narrow confines of my house, we have grown close, have become a part of each other, and we shall always retain a little of each other.
Ten years from now if we meet on the street, (dck's name) & I, a light will shine in our eyes, a smile on our lips, and we shall feel that bond of understanding once more, this bond we feel today.
We have lived, loved, laughed, played, studied, learned and enriched our lives together. I wish it could go on indefinitely, but give her back I must. Take care of her, for she is precious.
Remember that I shall always be interested in (dck's name) and her destiny, wherever she goes, whatever she does, whoever she becomes. Her joys and sorrows I'll be happy to share.
Please call on me if there is anything further I can ever do for her. I shall always be her friend.
With Love,
(Your Name)

Toddler Creed

If I want it, it's mine...
If I give it to you and change
my mind later, it's mine.
If I can take it away from
you, it's mine.
If it's mine, it will never
belong to anyone else, no matter what.
If we are building something
together, all the pieces are mine.
If it looks like mine, it's mine....

Pillowcase Poem

Now I lay me down to sleep
I'll count these hands instead of sheep
And think of all the friends I made
When at ____________ House I played.
(put this poem on a pillowcase with their friends handprints on it)

Children are like Sponges

Children are like sponges
They absorb all your strength
and leave you limp
But when you give them a squeeze;
you get it all back tenfold!

Kids who are Different

Here's to the kids who are different,
The kids who don't always get A's,
The kids who have ears twice the size of their peers,
And noses that go on for days...
Here's to the kids who are different,
The kids they call crazy or dumb,
The ones that don't fit, with the guts and the grit,
Who dance to a different drum...
Here's to the kids who are different,
The kids with the mischievous streak,
For when they are grown, as history's shown,
Its their difference that makes them unique.

What do daycare providers make?

The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life.
One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with children.
He argued, "What's a kid going to learn from someone who decided their best option in life was to become a daycare provider?"

He reminded the other dinner guests what they say
about daycare providers:
"Those who can, do. Those who can't, watch kids."
To stress his point he said to another guest;
"You're a babysitter, Susan.
Be honest.
What do you make?"

Susan, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied,
"If you really want to know what I make,
I will tell you.
I make kids play harder than they ever thought they could.
I make a completed art project feel
like winning the Congressional Medal of Honor.
I make kids share, speak kindly
and be accountable for their actions.

"You want to know what I make?
I make kids wonder.
I make them question.
I make them try.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them write.
I make them read, read, read.
I make them understand that if you use your brains,
and follow your heart,
you can accomplish anything.
I make them know they are important and loved.
I make them know they are special.
I make them know if someone ever
tries to judge them by what they make,
they must pay no attention because
that person just didn't learn."
Susan paused and then continued.
"You really want to know what I make?"

"I MAKE A DIFFERENCE."

"What do you make?"

Smiling is Infectious

Smiling is infectious,
you catch it like the flu,
When someone smiled at me today,
I started smiling too.

I passed around the corner
and someone saw my grin.
When he smiled I realized
I'd passed it on to him.

I thought about that smile,
then I realized its worth.
A single smile, just like mine
could travel round the earth.

So, if you feel a smile begin,
don't leave it undetected.
Let's start an epidemic quick,
and get the world infected!

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