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Bring Your Smile to Preschool
Bring your smiles everyone.
Hope on down for some preschool fun.
Singing, dancing, playing too; lots of fun for me and you.
Running and
jumping in the sun, exercise is so much fun.
Bring your smiles everyone,
hop on down for some preschool fun.
Twas the night before school started,
When all through the town,
The parents were cheering.
It was a riotous sound!
By eight, kids were washed
And tucked into bed...
When memories of homework...filled them with dread!
New pencils, new folders, new notebooks, too!
New teachers, new friends...their anxiety grew!
The parents just giggled when they learned of this fright
And shouted upstairs-...
GO TO BED-IT'S A SCHOOL NIGHT!
Preschool Survival Kit
The penny is to remind you that you are valuable
The star is to remind you to always try your best
The eraser is to remind you that it's okay to make mistakes
The life saver is to let you know that you can always talk to me
The tissue is for drying your tears and those of others
The band-aid is to let you know that together we can make things better
The chocolate hug is to remind you that you are cared for
The sticker is to remind you that we always stick together
Parent Poem
Thank you for entrusting your child to me. I promise to do my best everyday to be your child's companion in learning. After you have wiped your tears, make yourself a nice warm cup of tea. Put your feet up and relax. Then hold the
Sincerely,
With the poem you include a travel pack of tissues, a cotton ball, and a tea bag.
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
Author: Unknown
Daycare Provider Poem
Although you’re not their mother,
You care for them each day
You cuddle, sing, and read to them
And watch them as they play.
You see each new accomplishment
You help them grow and learn
You understand their language
And you listen with concern.
They come to you for comfort
And you kiss away their tears
They proudly show their work to you
You give the loudest cheers!
No, you are not their mother
But your role is just as strong
You nurture them and keep them safe
Though maybe not for long --
You know someday the time will come
When you will have to part
But you know each child you’ve cared for
Is forever in your heart!
When children come home at the end of the day,
The question they're asked as they scurry to play
is, "Tell me what you did today?"
And the answer they give makes you sigh with dismay.
"Nothing, I did nothing today!"
Perhaps nothing means that I played with blocks,
Or counted to ten, or sorted some rocks.
Maybe I painted a picture of red and blue
Or heard a story of a mouse that flew.
Maybe I watched the gerbils eat today,
Or went outside on the swings to play.
Maybe today was the very first time
That my scissors follwed a very straight line
Maybe I lead a song from beginning to end,
Or played with a special brand new friend.
When you're in pre-school
And your heart has wings,
"Nothing" can mean so many things!!
Toddler's 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 I had it a little while ago, it's mine. If we are building something together, all of the pieces are mine. If it looks like mine, it's mine. If it's mine it will never belong to anyone else, no matter what.
I dreamed I stood in a studio and watched two sculptors there, The clay they used was a young child's mind, and they fashioned it with care One was a teacher, the tools he used were books, music, and art; One was a parent, who worked with a guiding hand, and a gentle, loving heart. Day after day the teacher toiled, with a touch that was deft and sure While the parent labored by her side and polished and smoothed it o'er. And then at last their task was done, They were proud of what they had wrought, for the things they had molded into the child could never be sold or bought. And each agreed they would have failed if he had worked alone, For behind the teacher stood the school and behind the parent, the home.
Dear Teacher I am a toddler. I am a super snooper. I
search and check everything within my reach and often
beyond. I am curious, too curious at times. I declare my
independence, often quite
loudly. I know I can do it, all by myself.
But, Please stay close.
I need you there, to help keep me from hurting myself
when I am too curious. I need you to encourage me, and
allow me to try to do it by myself, and to help when I
can't, or when I get frustrated.
I need you to hug and cuddle with me. I if do
something you don't like, Tell me. Show me a better way.
Please don't reject me. Please be patient. I have really
only been in this world a short while.
The world and its ways are still so very, very new to
me.
-author unknown
Forever In Your Heart
Although you're not their mother
You care for them each day.
You cuddle, sing and 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 you 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
THERE'S NOTHING IN MY BAG TODAY
Today I did my math and science,
I toasted bread.
I halved and quartered.
I counted, measured, used my eyes,
and ears and head.
I added and subtracted on the way,
I used a magnet, blocks and memory tray.
I learnt about a rainbow and how to weigh.
So please don't say, anything in your bag today?
You see I'm sharing as I play.
I learned 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 a 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 pasting brush away,
So please don't say, what, nothing in your bag today?
I've learnt about a snail and a worm,
remembering how to take my turn.
Helped a friend when he was stuck,
learnt that water runs off a duck.
I looked at words from left to right,
agreed to differ, not to fight.
So please don't say, did you only play today?
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."