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If I like it, it's mine...
If it's in my hand, it's mine..
If I had it a little while ago, it's mine...
If it's mine it must never appear to be yours in any way...
If I'm building or doing something, all the pieces are mine...
If it looks like mine, it's mine...
If I think it's mine, it's mine...

~author unknown

Mary had a little lamb,
she also had the flu.
And when she left my day care,
the others had it too.
So anytime your child is sick,
please keep her home with you.
Then the children in my care
will be happier and healthier too!

~author unknown

No Child Of Mine...

"No child of mine!" I used to cry
Before the stork had fluttered by

Will ever throw a temper fit
Or bite or scratch or whine or hit

Or keep his bottle till he's three
Or worship cowboys on T.V.

Or dawdle so he makes me late
Or leave his carrots on his plate

Or act, in short, like other kids
Who make their parents flip their lids

But along with the patter of little feet -
Came a couple of million words to eat!!

~author unknown

No Babysitters Poem

Greet the kids at seven-ten,
Give them breakfast, settle in
Andrew's learning ABC's
(Ryan, don't eat crayons, please)

Someone's knocking at the door,
(We musn't finger paint the floor)

Let's have lunch and then clean up
(Ashley, please don't tip your cup)

Baby Hunter's on my lap,
Story time and then a nap.
Have our snack, then go outside,
(The doggie can't give horsey-rides)

Six-'clock - the moms are here,
Collect the coats, paper and gear.
Want to see me throw a fit?
Tell me I just "babysit"

~author unknown


~by Gloria Weber Henbesst~

They bring me their child,
And hope I'll come to know,
How much their 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.

As I Grow

Please understand I am growing up and changing very fast.
It must be difficult to keep pace with me, but please try.

Please reward me for telling the truth.
Then I am not frightened into lying.
Please tell me when you make mistakes and what you learned from them.
Then I can accept that I am okay, even when I blunder.

Please pay attention to me and spend time with me.
Then I can believe that I am important and worthwhile.

Please help me explore my unique interests, talents and potential.
In order for me to be happy, I need to be me.

Please do the things you want me to do.
Then I have a good, positive model.

Please tell me by your words and actions that you love me.
Then I will feel loveable and will be able to love myself and others.

~author unknown

Practice Your ABC's

Act silly
Believe in Magic
Create adventures
Daydream every chance you get
Enjoy life as much as possible
Find time for fun
Goof off
Hang upside down from trees
Join clubs
Keep it simple
Love all creatures
Make time for friends
Nap when you can
Open you mind to new ideas
Play when you feel like it
Question the answers
Run with the wind
Sing favorite songs
Take days off
Uncover your talents
Venture out
Walk on the wild side
X-pect the best
Yield to the moment
Zzzz peacefully at night.

~author unknown

A Tribute to Child Care Providers

Although you're not their mother,
You care for them each day.
You cuddle, sing, & read to them,
and watch them as they play.

You see each new accomplishment,
You help them grow and learn.
You understand their language,
you listen with concern.

They come to you for comfort,
And to kiss away their tears.
They proudly show their work to you,
You give the loudest cheers!

No, you are not their mothers,
but your role is just as strong.
You nurture them and keep them safe,
Though maybe not for long.

You know someday the time may come,
When you will have to part.
But you know each child you cared for,
Is forever in your heart!!!

~author unknown

I'm A Child Care Provider

~ by Marti Doyle ~

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 a whole 9 hours
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. 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 a once-in-a-lifetime
chance to touch the future.

I'm proud to say ...
"I'm a Child Care Provider."

Here's to the Kids who are Different

~By Digby Wolfe~

Here's to the kids that are different,
The kids that don't always get A's.
The kids that have ears,
twice as big as their peers,
Or have noses that go on for days.

Here's to the kids that are different,
The kids that are just out of step.
The kids they all tease,
Who have cuts on their knees,
And whose sneakers are constantly wet.

Here's to the kids that are different,
The kids they call crazy and dumb.
The kids who aren't cute and don't give a hoot,
Who dance to a different drum.

Here's to the kids who are different,
For when they are grown,
As history has shown,
It's their difference that makes them unique.

Just Playing

When I'm building in the block room,
Please don't say I'm "just playing."
For, you see, I'm learning as I play.
About balance and shapes.

When I'm getting all dressed up,
Setting the table, caring for the babies.
Don't get the idea I'm "just playing."
For, you see, I'm learning as I play
I may be a mother or a father someday.

When you see me up to my elbows in paint,
Or standing at an easel, or molding and shaping clay,
Please don't let me hear you say "he's just playing."
For you see, I'm learning as I play.
I'm expressing myself and being creative.
I may be an artist or an inventor someday.

When you see me sitting in a chair
"Reading" to an imaginary audience,
Please don't laugh and think I'm "just playing."
For, you see, I'm learning as I play.
I may be a teacher someday.

When you see me combing the bushes for bugs,
Or packing my pockets with choice things I find,
Don't pass it off as "just playing."
For, you see, I'm learning as I play.
I may be a scientist someday.

When you see me engrossed in a puzzle,
Or some "plaything" at my school,
Please don't feel the time is wasted in "play"
For, you see, I'm learning as I play.
I'm learning to solve problems and concentrate.
I may be in business someday.

When you see me cooking or tasting foods,
Please don't think that because I enjoy it, it is just "play."
I'm learning to follow directions and see differences.
I may be a chef someday.

When you see me learning to skip, hop, run and move my body,
Please don't say I'm "just playing."
For, you see, I'm learning as I play.
I'm learning how my body works.
I may be a doctor, nurse or athlete someday.

When you ask me what I've done at school today,
And I say, "I played."
Please don't misunderstand me.
For, you see, I'm learning as I play.

I'm learning to enjoy and be successful in work.
I'm preparing for tomorrow.
Today, I'm a child and my work is play.

~author unknown

Childcare IS Important

~ Abraham Lincoln ~

Children are people who are going to carry on what you have started.
They are going to sit where you are sitting,
and when you are gone, attend to
those things which you think are important.
You may adopt all the policies you please,
but how they are carried out depends on them.
They will assume control of your cities,
your states, and your nation.

They will move in and take over your churches,
your schools, your universities, and your corporations.
All your books are going to be judged, praised and condemned by them.
The fate of humanity is in their hands.

A Child Lives What He Learns

~by Dorothy L. Nolte~ If a child lives with criticism, he learns to condemn.
If a child lives with ridicule, he learns to be shy.
If a child lives with hostility, he learns to fight.
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 praise, he learns appreciation.
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.
If children live with recognition, they learn to have a goal.
If children live with sharing, they learn to be generous.
If children live with honesty and fairness, they learn what truth and
justice are.
If children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves and
those around them.
If children live with friendliness, they learn that the world is a nice place
in which to live.
If children live with serenity, they learn to have a peace of mind.

With what are your children living?

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

Don't Call Me A Babysitter

Little children come to me for hugs and books and such.
Their special needs and also fix them lunch.
I pick up toys, mop up spills, and often dry their tears.
I change their diapers, settle fights and kiss away their fears.
I tie their shoes, button coats and push them on the swing.
I really love these kids, you see, but there is just one thing.
Call me Mom or Aunt or Teacher or other names that fit,
But please don't call me the "sitter",
because I never get to sit!

~author unknown

"When Your Child Comes Home Messy"

Did your child come home yesterday with...

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

The Hand Holders

~by Dori Rossmann~

There is no job more important than yours,
No job anywhere else in the land.
You are the keepers of the future,
You hold the smallest of hands.

Into your care you are trusted,
To nurture and care for the young.
And for all of your everyday heroics,
Your talents and skills go unsung.

You wipe tears from the eyes of the injured,
You rock babies brand new in your arms.
You encourage the shy and unsure child,
You make sure they are safe from all harm.

You foster the bonds of friendships,
Letting no child go away mad.
You respect and you honor their emotions,
You give hugs to each child when they're sad.

You have more impact than does a professor,
A child's mind is molded by four.
So whatever you 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 you don't make much money,
And you don't get a whole lot of praise.
But when one small child says, "I love you,"
You're reminded of how this job pays.

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