Mother's Day:

Songs, Poems, & Fingerplays

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Mommy, I Love You

Mommy, I love you
For all that you do.
I'll kiss you and hug you
'Cause you love me, too. 
You feed me and need me
To teach you to play,
So smile 'cause I love you
On this Mother's Day.

Thankful For My Mom

When I count my many blessings,
I am thankful for a Mom like you.
You understand and guide me
In everything I do.
You are there each time I need you,
When I need a place to hide;
You are there to tell me it is
My fears I can confide.
You never think I am silly
When I tell of hopes and dreams;
You want them all to each come true
At least that is how it seems.
I am very thankful for you.
You help me grow each day;
More and more by your example,
I learn to find the way.

We Love Mothers

(Sung to the tune of: "Frere Jacques")

We love mothers.
We love mothers.
Yes we do; yes we do.
Mothers are for hugging (hug self)
Mothers are for kissing (blow kiss)
We love you; yes, we do.
Thank you, mothers.
Thank you, mothers.
For your love, for your love.
Mothers are for hugging, (hug self)
Mothers are for kissing (blow kiss)
We love you; yes, we do.

Mother's Day

(Sung to the tune of: "This Old Man")

Mother's Day,
Mother's Day|
Is a very special day.
Here's a great big hug
And lots of kisses too.
Each one says that I love you!

I Love My Mommy

("Sung to the tune of: "Up on the Housetop")

I love my mommy, Yessiree!
She is very good to me!
She makes me cookies and yummy treats,
That's my mom and she's real neat!
Oh, oh, oh, who wouldn't know,
Oh, oh, oh, who wouldn't know,
I love my mommy and she loves me,
That's the way it's supposed to be!
Sing to tune of "Up on the Housetop"
I love my mommy, Yessiree!
She is very good to me!
She makes me cookies and yummy treats,
That's my mom and she's real neat!
Oh, oh, oh, who wouldn't know,
Oh, oh, oh, who wouldn't know,
I love my mommy and she loves me,
That's the way it's supposed to be!

Small Footprints Poem

All the noisy bare feet
discovery of a young child--
Paint, mud, sand, water!
May you always remember
my small footprints
As they dance across your heart.

A Mother's Prayer

Give me patience when little hands 
Tug at me with ceaseless small demands;
Give me gentle words and smiling eyes,
And keep my lips from hasty, sharp replies,
Let me not in weariness, confusion or noise
Obscure my vision from life's fleeting joys
That when in years to come my house is still,
Beautiful memories its rooms may fill. 

I Love You Mommy

(Sung to the tune of: "You are my Sunshine")

I love you mommy
My dearest mommy
You make me happy
When I am sad
I want to tell you
I really love you!
When I'm with you
I am so glad!

I Love Mommy

(Sung to the tune of: "Frere Jacues")

I Love Mommy, I Love Mommy.
Yes, I do; Yes, I do.
And my Mommy loves me,
Yes, my Mommy loves me,
Loves me too; loves me too.

Mommy, Mommy, Mommy

(Sung to the tune of: "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town")

Who gives me a hug?
Tucks me in snug
Squeezes me tight, then turn off the light?
Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, it s you!

Who tickles my toes?
Helps with my clothes?
Gives me a snack and then rubs my back?
Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, it s you!

Thank You, Mom

Thank you for reading me stories
And taking care of me.
Thank you for tying my shoes
And putting bandages on my knee.

Thank you for tucking me into bed
And kissing me goodnight.
Thank you so much for all your hugs
And holding my hands so tight.

Thank you for being my mommy
And that's not all I have to say.
Thank you so much for all you do
And have a Happy Mother's Day!

For My Mother`

Here are flowers
Bright and gay
Just for you
On Mother's Day.
I must have been born
Beneath a lucky star
To have a mother
As nice as you are!

Mother's Day Bear Hug 

Open your arms and you will see 
Just how sweet I can be 
Here's a Big Mother's Day Bear Hug 
Just from me! 

Dear Mother

You sew the buttons on my clothes 
You gave me a hankie for my nose 
You make good things for me to eat 
You buy me candy for a treat 
You wash my clothes and mend my socks 
Dear Mother, I love you lots and lots!! 

Moms and Kids 

Mother's Day is a special day for sharing, 
For thanking Mom for her special love and caring.
As you share this day with a mother dear to you;
Let's think about some other moms and children, too!
A lamb says Happy Mother's Day to a ewe,
And a joey is a baby kangaroo!
Little puppies cuddle close to mother dog,
But little tadpoles swim away from mother frog!
Ducklings learn to swim with mother duck, 
And mother hen teachers baby chicks to say 'cluck'.
Mother cats and baby kittens say 'meow,'
While baby calf says 'moo' to mother cow. 
A mother seal shows baby pups how to float,
And baby kids romp with their mother goat.
Playful cubs follow close to mother bear.
Little foal trots behind his mother mare.
A cygnet's mother is a graceful swan.
A deer's little one is called a fawn.
All these youngsters join in chorus to say,
We wish our moms a Happy Mother's Day! 

 Mother's Day Version of
"DOWN BY THE BAY"

Sing the song as written, but change the rhyming part to "things ALL Moms say"
Here are some examples:
 
Make your bed-Do what I said
Clean your plate-Don't be late
Change your underwear-Because I care
Don't give me that look-Go read a book
Hug me tight-I'll leave on the light

Five Pretty Mommies

(Sung to the tune of: "Five Little Ducks")

Five pretty mommies I once knew,
Fat ones, skinny ones, tall ones, too,
But the one in the middle that belongs to me...
I love her and she loves me!

Down to the grocery we did go,
Wibble - wobble, wibble - wobble, to and fro,
But the one in the middle that belongs to me,
I love her and she loves me!

What a mother means to ME

M is for the many things you do.
O is for the other things you do.
T is for the tons of things you do.
H is for the hundreds of things you do.
E is for everything you do.
R is the  the rest of the things you do.

Dear Mom Love Letter

Dear Mom, 
The most precious gift, 
I am told, 
Is all the love 
The heart can hold. 
I give it to you, 
You give it to me, 
There's enough for the world, 
And the gift is free. 
Will you take my love, 
More precious than gold? 
It's the finest gift 
That the heart can hold. 
Happy Mother's Day! 
Love, 

Many Hands

I wish I was an octopus
When mum begins to scold and fuss
I'd need eight hands instead of two
to do the things I ought to do.
She says...
"Wash your face, brush your hair
Take your jumper off the chair
Shine your shoes, fix your tie
Push the hair out of your eye
Brush your teeth, fold your clothes
Wipe the smudges off your nose
Hurry, hurry, don't be slow
You haven't got all day you know"
There'd be no need to scold or fuss
If I was an octopus.

I Love You Mom

I laugh, I dance, 
I nap and play, at ___________. 
But home is where I love to be,
with Mommy right there next to me.
To hold and hug and kiss and say,
I love you mom, Happy Mother's Day'.

These Little Hands

These little hands can give a hug
Pat-a-cake or throw a ball
They put smudges on the wall
Because I'm only just so tall
They love to clap or hold your hand
Whenever you can play
But when I'm grown and far away
These little hands with you will stay

On Mother's Day

(Sung to the tune of: "O' Christmas Tree")

On Mother's Day
On Mother's Day
Oh how I love you, Mom...
On Mother's Day
On Mother's Day
Oh, how I love you Mom...
You give me joy and happiness
I give you love - a hug and kiss
On Mother's Day
On Mother's Day
Oh how I love you Mom

Footprints 

"Walk a little slower mommy," said a child so small. 
"I'm following in your footsteps and I don't want to fall. 

Sometimes your steps are very fast, 
Sometimes they're hard to see; 
So walk a little slower, Mommy, 
For you are leading me. 

Someday when I'm all grown up, 
You're what I want to be; 
Then I will have a little child 
Who'll want to follow me. 

And I would want to lead just right, 
And know that I was true; 
So, walk a little slower, Mommy, 
For I must follow you." 

My Mother

There is someone in our house
 Beautiful and dear.
Good and kind to us always near.
I could never tell you
 all she does each day,
but she is my mother
and it is mothers day.
 

Mother's Day Poem

Five flower baskets sitting on the floor,
One will go to __________'s mom,
then there will be four.
Four flower baskets, pretty as can be.
One will go to ________'s mom,
then there will be three.
Three flower baskets, with flowers red and blue.
One will go to ___________'s mom,
Then there will be two.
Two flower baskets, bright as the sun,
One will go to _________'s mom,
Then there will be one.
One flower basket, oh it's sure to go
To your very own mother, who is the
nicest one you know.

(make 5 flower baskets for the flannel board to use with this poem)

I Love My Mom

Every mouse
and bumblebee,
Every bird
up in a tree,
Every caterpillar
and ladybug,
Loves to feel
his mother's hug.

Every bear
so fat and funny,
Loves his mother
more than honey.
Just as woodland
creatures do...
I love my mother
That is true!

I LOVE MY MOM!!!

Mommy, Mommy, I love you

Mommy, Mommy, I love you
And the many things you do.
You take care of me each day,
Read me books and even play.

Mommy, Mommy, I love you,
Happy Mother's Day to you!

I Love My Mommy

(Sung to the tune of: "Up on the Housetop")

I love my mommy, Yessiree!
She is very good to me!
She makes me cookies and yummy treats,
That's my mom and she's real neat!
Oh, oh, oh, who wouldn't know,
Oh, oh, oh, who wouldn't know,
I love my mommy and she loves me,
That's the way it's supposed to be!

Five Pretty Mommies

(Sung to the tune of: "Five Little Ducks")

Five pretty mommies I once knew,
Fat ones, skinny ones, tall ones, too,
But the one in the middle that belongs to me. ..
I love her and she loves me!
Down to the grocery we did go,
Wibble - wobble, wibble - wobble, to and fro,
But the one in the middle that belongs to me,
I love her and she loves me!

Were You, Mom?

Mom, did you used to play
with kites and skipping rope?
Did you sometimes wash your hands,
forgetting about the soap?
Did you  walk in squishy mud or like to play in rain?
Did your mom say, "Eat your vegetables."
again, again, again?
Did your aunts and uncles kiss you?
Dis you wish that they would not?
Did you always mind your manners
and do what you were taught?
Did you run and jump and slide
or fall and scrape your knee?
Mom, were you ever really once a little kid like me?

Have the kids make up actions.

Here Is How I Help My Mom

(Sung to the tune of:  "Mulberry Bush")

Here is how I help my Mom,
Help my Mom, help my Mom,
Here's how I help my Mom,
when we are both at home.

I pick up my toys to help my Mom,
Help my Mom, Help my Mom,
I pick up my toys to help my Mom,
When we're both at home.

Mother's Day Poem

I am your little flower, Mom
Please help me grow and bloom;
Take the weeds, but leave the roots
And give me lots of room.

Mom, you are my gardener;
My sunshine and my rain.
Too much will make me wither
With enough, I'll bloom again.

I am your little flower, Mom
I'm different from the rest;
Don't pick me Mom, just help me grow
To be my very best.

by Rebecca Armstrong 1988

SPANISH VERSION:

Soy tu florcita, mamà
por favor ayudame a crecer y a florecer
Quita las malezas, pero deja las raices
y dame mucho espacio
Mamà, eres mi jardinera
mi luz del sol y mi lluvia
demasiada me harà marchitar
con la suficiente, volverè a florecer
Soy tu florcita mamà
soy diferente a las demàs
no me cortes mamà, solo ayudame a crecer
para ser lo mejor de mi

I Asked My Mother

I asked my mother for fifty cents,
To see the elephant jump the fence.
He jumped so high that he touched the sky,
And he never came back till the Fourth of July.

I Love My Mom

For the twinkle
In Mom's eyes,
For her gentle
Lullabies...
For all the wonders
We explore,
I'll love her always
Plus one day more.

Sticky Fingers and Big Wet Kisses

Sticky fingers and big wet kisses
Dirty toes and stars with wishes
Splashing through puddles and hugs too tight
Afternoon naps and sleepless nights
I'm growing so fast, I'll soon be grown
So I've made you this handprint for your very own
So tuck it away and keep it, please
So years from now I can see
How much I changed as time went by
And you can always remember my...
Sticky fingers and big wet kisses
Dirty toes and stars with wishes......

When I was Very Small

Sometimes I might upset you
Just because I'm small
By leaving fingerprints of mine
On a table, chair or wall.
But everyday I grow a bit
And I'll be big one day
When all my tiny fingerprints
Have long been cleaned away
So keep these prints of my two hands
To help you to recall
Just how big my fingers were
That time when I was small.

A Mother's Dictionary

Bottle Feeding: an opportunity for Daddy to get up at 2am, too

Defense: what you'd better have aroun de yard if you're going to let de children play outside

Drooling: how teething babies wash their chins

Dumbwaiter: one who asks if the kids would care to order dessert

Family Planning: the art of spacing your children the proper
 distance apart to keep you on the edge of financial disaster

Feedback:  the inevitable result when the baby doesn't appreciate the strained carrots

Full Name: what you call your child when you're mad at him

Grandparents: the people who think your children are wonderful
 even though they're sure you're not raising them right

Hearsay: what toddlers do when anyone mutters a dirty word

Impregnable: a woman whose memory of labor is still vivid

Independent: how we want our children to be as long as they do everything we say

Look Out!: what it's too late for your child to do by the time you scream it

Prenatal: when your life was still somewhat your own

Prepared Childbirth: a contradiction in terms

Puddle: a small body of water that draws other small bodies wearing dry shoes into it

Show Off: a child who is more talented than yours

Sterilize: what you do to your first baby's pacifier by boiling it and to your last baby's pacifier by blowing on it

Storeroom: the distance required between the supermarket aisles
 so that children in shopping carts can't quite reach anything

Temper Tantrums: what you should keep to a minimum so as to not upset the children

Thunderstorm: a chance to see how many family members can fit into one bed

Top Bunk: where you should never put a child wearing Superman jammies

Two-Minute Warning: when the baby's face turns red and she begins to make those familiar grunting noises

Verbal: able to whine in words

Whodunit: none of the kids that live in your house

Whoops: an exclamation that translates roughly into "get a sponge"

To All the Mothers ....

This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at football games Friday night
 instead of watching from cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me?" they could say,
 "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.

This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up
 barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here."

This is for all the mothers of Kosovo who fled in the night and can't find their children.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see.
 And the mothers who took those babies and made them homes.

This is for the mothers who never had a chance to carry their baby full term.

For all the mothers of the victims of the Colorado shooting, and the mothers of the murderers.
 For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror,
 hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.

For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and
 sew Halloween Costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.

What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?

The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?

Or is it heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter
 disappear down the street, walking to School alone for the very first time?

The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M.
 to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?

The need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you
 hear news of a school shooting, a fire, a car accident, a baby dying?

So this is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained
 all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn't.

This is for reading "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then reading it again. "Just one more time."

This is for all the mothers who mess up. Who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat
 them in despair and stomp their feet like a tired 2-year old who wants ice cream before dinner.

This is for all the mothers who taught their daughters to tie their shoelaces
 before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.

For all the mothers who bite their lips-sometimes until they bleed-when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.

Who lock themselves in the bathroom when babies keep crying and won't stop.

This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their
 hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.

This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.

This is for all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls
 "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home.

This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children's graves.

This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the Words to reach them.

This is for all the mothers who sent their sons to school with stomachaches,
 assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from
 the school nurse and hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.

This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes
 and sleep deprivation. And mature mothers learning to let go.

For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers.

Mothers with money, mothers without.

This is for you all.

So hang in there.

Growing Children's Needs

Children are as fragile
As the petals of a rose.
Their need for love and guidance
Will go on each year they grow.

Walk lightly through the flowers
Making certain they have room,
For if you overcrowd or step on them
You may never see them bloom.

Nurture them with kindness
As you see to all their needs.
Treat children as you would a plant
You've started from a seed.

The fruit of all your labor
Will be sweet and bring you pride
For guidance builds good children
When it's tenderly applied.

Lyle Nachand

Flowers For Mom

I'll pick some flowers for my Mom.
To make a nice bouquet (pick flowers)
I'll give her a smile (smile)
And say, Happy Mother's Day.

I Love My Mother

(Sung to the tune of: "The Wheels On The Bus")

I love my Mother and she loves me,
She loves me, she loves me,
I love my Mother and she loves me,
We're a family.

Five Flower Baskets

Five flower baskets sitting on the floor.
One will go to __________'s mom,
Then there will be four.
Four flower baskets, pretty as can be.
One will go to __________'s mom,
Then there will be three.
Three flower baskets with flowers red and blue.
One will go to __________'s mom,
Then there will be two.
Two flower baskets, bright as the sun.
One will go to __________'s mom,
Then there will be one. One flower basket, oh, it's sure to go.
To your very own mother, who is the Nicest one you know.

Mommy

(Sung to the tune of: "Bingo")

I love her and she loves me,
And Mommy is her name-o,
M-O-M-M-Y
M-O-M-M-Y
M-O-M-M-Y
And Mommy is her name-O.

Very Special Friend

(Sung to the tune of: "Bingo")

I have a very special friend,
And Mommy is her name-o,
M-O-M-M-Y
M-O-M-M-Y
M-O-M-M-Y
And Mommy is her name-O.

Mother My Dear

(Sung to the tune of: "Rock-A-Bye Baby")

Mother my darling
Mother my dear
I love you, I love you
Each day of the year
You are so sweet
And you are so kind
And I am so gla-ad
That you-u are mine

My Mother

I like the way my mother talks,

  I like the way she sings.

  I like the way my mother walks,

  As if her feet had wings.

My Mother Gave Me Fifty Cents

My mother gave me fifty cents
To see the elephant jump the fence
He jumped so high he reached the sky
And didn't come down till the Fourth of July.

Mother's Knives & Forks

These are Mother's knives and forks,
(fingers interlaced, tips up)
This is Mother's table,
(flatten hands and arms)
This is Mother's looking glass
(palms toward face)
And this is baby's cradle.
(palms up, rock arms)

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