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KIDS SAY SILLY THINGS
CHEERLEADING
POEMS
ART AREA
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INTRODUCTION
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| For All Moms |
| One afternoon a man came home from work to find total mayhem in his house. His three children were outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door. He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she may be ill, or that something serious had happened. He found her lounging in the bedroom, still curled in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?" She again smiled and answered, "You know every day when you come home from work and ask me what in the world I did today?" "Yes" was his incredulous reply. She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it. EXCUSE THIS HOUSE "Some homes try to hide the fact that children shelter there. Ours boast 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 ben a mother ~author unknown |
| TOUCHING THE FUTURE |
| I don't wear power siuts, 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 get 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 whisper behind my back "What a waste of a good mind" But I know better. I made 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" ~Marti Doyle |
| PLAY TODAY |
| You say that you love your children, And are concerned what 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 every day. 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. You're questioning the interest centers, They look like useless play. Your children are making choices, 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 for learning, For they'll be learners always. ~NAEYC You know you're really a mom when... 1. You count the sprinkles on each kid's cupcake to make sure they 're equal. 2. You want to take out a contract on the kid who broke your child's favorite toy and made him/her cry. 3. You have time to shave only one leg at a time. 4. You hide in the bathroom to be alone. 5. You child throws up and you catch it. 6. Someone else's kid throws up at a party and you keep eating. 7. You consider finger paint to be a controlled substance. 8. You mastered the art of placing food on a plate without anything touching. 9. Your child insists that you read "Once Upon a Potty" out loud in the lobby of the doctor’s office, and you do it. 10. You hire a sitter because you haven't been out with your husband in ages, then spend half the night talking about and checking on the kids. 11. You hope ketchup is a vegetable because it's the only one your child eats. 12. You can't bear the thought of your son's first girlfriend. 13. You hate the thought of his wife even more. 14. You find yourself cutting your husband's sandwiches into unusual shapes. 15. You fast-forward through the scene when the hunter shoots Bambi's mother. 16. You obsess when your child clings to you upon parting during his first month at school, then obsess when he skips in without looking back the second time. 17. You can't bear to give away baby clothes--it's so final. 18. You hear your mother's voice coming out of your mouth when you say, "Not in your good clothes." 19. You stop criticizing the way your mother raised you. 20. You read that the average five-year-old asks 437 questions a day and feel proud that your kid is "above average." 21. You say at least once a day, "I'm not cut out for this job," but you know you wouldn't trade it for anything. 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 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 nuture 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 cared for, Is Forever In Your Heart! The Meanest Mom Author Unknown I had the meanest mother in the whole world. While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal and eggs and toast. When other kids had cokes and french fries for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. But at least I wasn't alone in my sufferings. My 5 sisters and one brother had the same mother I did. My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times. You'd have thought we were on a chain gang! She had to know who our friends were and what we were doing. If we said we'd be gone for an hour, she insisted that it not be an hour and five minutes. I am really ashamed to admit it, but she even slapped us, not once, but each time we did as we pleased. Can you imagine -- striking a child just because we disobeyed? The worst is yet to come ... We had to be in bed by nine each night and up early the next morning. We couldn't sleep until noon like our friends -- in fact, our mother broke the child labor law by making us work. We had to wash dishes, make beds, learn to cook, and all sorts of exhausting jobs. I believe she laid awake nights thinking up mean things to do to us seven kids. Also, she always insisted upon our telling the truth, even if it killed us -- and sometimes it nearly did. By the time we were teen-agers, our lives became more unbearable. There was none of this tooting the horn of the car for us to come running. She embarrassed us to no end by making our dates and our friends come to the door to get us. I forgot to mention that while our friends were dating at twelve and thirteen, my old-fashioned mother refused to let us date until we were sixteen ... that is, if we dated only to go to school functions and to church services. As you can see, my mother wa a complete failure. None of us has ever been arrested, or beaten by our mates. My brother served his time in the service of his country. Look at all the things we missed! We never go to march in a protest parade, nor take part in a riot, burn draft cards, and a million and one other things that our friends did. And whom have we to blame? That's right == our mean mother. She forced us to grow up into God-fearing, educated, honest adults. It is with this background that I have now become a mother. When my children call me mean, I stand a little taller and I'm filled with pride. You see, I can thank God for the Meanest Mother in the whole world, and I want to be just like her. |
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