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The Unfair Rule
Being a great childminder,

Is the most rewarding job.

But there is an unfair ruling,

That makes us all want to sob.

Anyone in our family,

Cannot use us for childcare.

Because they can’t claim funding,

It’s incredibly unfair!

The parents have the added stress,

They need to find a new setting.

But the fact that it can’t be us,

Leads to anxiety and fretting!

The little ones they suffer,

They don’t get our love and care.

They miss out on our teachings,

Because they simply can’t be there.

Or we have to give a free place,

Yet we have a set ratio.

So we struggle financially,

It feels like quite a blow!

We still have all our bills to pay,

How will we make ends meet?!!

Do I not take on my family,

Or do I simply not eat?!

Now we don’t want to cheat the system,

So when will the government see?!

We just want fair childcare choices,

And to help our family!

©️ – Poem by Georgina Young – Guiding The Young Ones
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27th Apr 2025
Spring hygge
A change in the weather,

As spring comes along,

Buds blooming on trees,

As the birds sing their song.

The sun is shining,

High up in the sky,

The insects reappearing,

And catching our eye.

Back out come the microscopes,

As we search for more bugs,

Laughter fills the air,

Fun and happiness hugs.

The array of bright colours,

As flowers start to bloom,

Exploring lifecycles,

Watch metamorphosis resume.

There is so much to learn,

As spring fills the air,

But most importantly with nature ,

It’s important we care.

©️ – Poem by Georgina Young – Guiding The Young Ones
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27th Apr 2025
Forever My Child
I prayed every bedtime,

For a special child like you.

And when I saw your sweet face,

No one else’s would do.

Your skin was all wrinkled,

Your lip all tucked in.

Just seeing you was,

The happiest I’ve been.

You’ve cried and you yelled

You’ve pooped and been sick.

Youve thrown the odd tantrum,

And thrown the odd fit.

But if you ask if I love you,

Of course I always do.

There is nobody on earth,

Quite as special as you.

I love every freckle,

I love every curl.

I love every giggle,

You are my whole world.

I love every second with you,

I treasure each smile,

You’re my reason for living,

You make life worthwhile.

But you’re growing up quickly,

And soon you’ll take flight.

And I’ll be alone,

With my memories each night.

But no matter how far,

Or how big you may be.

You’ll always be little,

When you’re safe here with me.

©️ – Poem by Georgina Young – Guiding The Young Ones
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27th Apr 2025
A Poem for My First Child
Before there was you,

Life had less stress.

No constant worries,

No cleaning your mess.

Before there was you,

I could have a lie in.

Not up at dawn,

Taking nappies to the bin.

Before there was you,

I could shower alone.

Stay out til late,

Spend hours on the phone.

Before there was you,

I could choose my tv.

Instead I watch Mr tumble,

Each day on repeat.

Before there was you,

I could get ready at leisure.

But my love for you now-

I simply can’t measure.

My life has changed completely,

But this much is true.

I never knew pure love,

Until I had you.

Suddenly you’re not a baby,

And I’m sat asking why.

And how we take for granted,

How fast years go by.

So I will treasure each second,

Each sweet memory,

Because always in my heart,

You’ll be my baby.

©️ – Poem by Georgina Young – Guiding The Young Ones
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27th Apr 2025
The Essential Sector – a Poem to the DFE
They once called us key workers,

And they said our roles were vital.

But suddenly our voice doesn’t matter,

They were quick to take our title.

They say “join teaching early years,

It’s a meaningful, rewarding career”.

But they take away with the other hand,

And for the future, we all fear.

At the moment early years,

Is getting pushed right off the rails.

Please know our country will crumble,

If our essential sector fails!

So what do we do when there’s nothing left,

So many are running on empty…

Trying to keep our settings alive,

Yet your advertising campaign’s got plenty.

Retention crisis, settings closing down,

How will we stop from sinking?!

Yet they reduce our ways to make ends meet,

We all scream “what were they thinking”?!

Changing goalposts, more admin,

Yet no increase in pay.

Soon new-borns will be forced in schools,

If they keep getting their way.

Despite the fact that research shows,

Through play, young children thrive.

Child-led, freedom, love and nature,

No – the classroom is the DFE drive.

“Self employed, well not anymore”,

The childminders all cry!

But no holiday pay, no benefits,

And no pension, we all sigh.

The nurseries need to pay their staff,

Funding is not enough!

“We are becoming unsustainable”,

But the government says it’s ‘tough’.

The parents need more childcare,

“Our jobs require us in”.

But settings are all closing down,

“No one can fit us in”.

Every single child needs quality,

Education, nurture and care.

But so many practitioners are leaving,

There will soon be no one there.

No, our job is not a 9-5,

We work more than a 10hr day.

We’ve built our provisions with time and love,

Yet now we have no say.

Despite love and passion,

These choices are stealing that drive,

Without change our essential sector,

Will never be able to survive.

©️ – Poem by Georgina Young – Guiding The Young Ones
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27th Apr 2025
Just a Childminder…
I wear many hats,

within my busy day,

As I help each child,

Learn through their play.

I follow their lead,

As we go off exploring,

One thing is for certain,

Our day’s never boring.

I am often a gardener,

A chef and a baker,

An artist at work,

A creative play maker.

I am a planner, a preparer,

For spontaneous days,

I am a nurse for,

those accident prone days.

I provide opportunities,

For a role play adventures,

I pack forest school bags,

For when we go off and venture.

I am a nature lover,

And encourage outdoor fun,

I am a story teller,

But we can’t just read one.

I change many nappies,

Do a hundred toilet trips,

But I am also a pirate,

That sails on their ships.

I am a feelings trainer,

To support big emotions,

And I’m also a scientist,

Who helps to make potions.

I am a mathematician,

A confidant and a friend,

I scaffold their learning,

Then with that I extend.

I prepare for the future,

And with teaching I’m prudent,

But they also teach me,

So furthermore I’m their student.

I love and I care for them,

Right from the start,

For each special child,

No, they won’t leave my heart.

So really I do many jobs,

And one thing is for sure,

I’m not “just a childminder”,

I am so much more…

©️ – Poem by Georgina Young – Guiding The Young Ones
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27th Apr 2025
What Did They Learn?
You know you love your children

And want them to have fun and play,

But in your thoughts you’re wondering

What they have learnt today?

They said they found a butterfly

And it flew up to the sky,

But they gained a curiosity

And got them asking why?

They said they drew a picture

You saw some scribbles on a page,

But they were developing their muscles

For that later writing stage.

They said they climbed a tricky tree

Though they then got a high five,

But they really learnt to keep going

And continue giving it a try.

They said they played dressing up

And became a dragon big and red,

But they were building imagination

And creativity in their head.

They said they played hide and seek

And it was so much fun to play,

But it taught them many social skills

And they made a friend today.

They said they read a story

And it had a funny rhyme,

But they gained a special love for books

To last ‘til the end of time.

So when you’re worried they’re just playing

And they might fall way behind,

Know they’re busy learning oh so much

In their body, soul and mind.

©️ – Poem by Georgina Young – Guiding The Young Ones
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27th Apr 2025
Whatever The Weather
Playing outside,

In snow, rain or sun.

Whatever the weather,

We have lots of fun.

Chasing the leaves,

And searching for bugs.

Exciting natures walks,

And happiness hugs.

Splashing in puddles,

Dancing in the rain.

Rolling down big hills,

We don’t care about stains.

Because wherever we go,

And whatever we do.

We do so much learning,

We’re taught something new.

So when we take home,

Clothes to be washed and hung.

Know we’ve enjoyed every second,

Of just being young.

©️ – Poem by Georgina Young – Guiding The Young Ones Ones
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27th Apr 2025
Autumn Hygge
Cosy evenings are coming,

Mornings start feeling cool,

The children are returning,

All back to their school.

The seasons are changing,

A chill starts in the air,

Rain drops start falling,

And wetting our hair.

The trees change their colours,

Leaves tumble to the floor,

We start closing the windows,

And shutting the door.

The heating flicks on,

Dark nights drawing in,

Lamps and fluffy blankets,

Let the Hygge feeling in.

Because it’s life’s simple pleasures,

It’s those moments in time,

Were we feel oh so grateful,

And our souls feel sublime.

So light up those candles,

Grab a hot cuppa tea,

Bake a warm apple pie,

(Then please share it with me).

Slow down, enjoy presence,

And snuggle together,

Spend time with your loved ones,

Make memories that last forever.

©️ – Poem by Georgina Young – Guiding The Young Ones
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