For the month of love, here’s a poem to my two boys and all my fellow boy moms.
I’m a proud boy mom, hear me roar!
Dump trucks, Magna-Tiles, and Legos galore
Hockey equipment, boxer briefs, and dirty socks
Noises coming from the dryer, little pockets full of rocks
Gaga ball game at the playground, last one in so proud
Quick pause to run over to me to point out a heart-shaped cloud
So many heart-shaped leaves and wildflowers they pick just for me
How lucky can one mother be?
Riding bikes so quickly down the big hill
Screaming “Mommy, come!” after an inevitable spill
So daring, so brave, back at it again with “No hands! Mommy, look!”
Bedtime cuddles, kisses, songs, and dinosaur books
One more squeeze, or kiss, or hug as I turn out the light
The love I feel in those power hugs make all the wrongs right
Bouncing up at 6 a.m., ready to go, go, go!
From where all that energy comes, I just do not know
Rough and tumble, mighty, and so very strong
It’s so true that the years are short, but the days are long
Voices raised, brother pushing brother with all their might
Joint giggles as I helplessly try to break up another fight
