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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

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 is 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 Play."

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 Just Played."

Please don't misunderstand me.

For, you see, I'm learning as I play.

I'm learning to enjoy and be successful in my work.

I'm preparing for tomorrow.

Today, I'm a child and my work is play.

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."

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