In the quiet of night, when the world is still,
A mother of boys holds a thought, a thrill,
With laughter and chaos that fill up the space,
She dreams of the man he’ll become, and his grace.
Oh, little one, with dirt on your face,
In time you’ll grow tall, and find your own place.
Yet deep in her heart, a secret does stir,
What will you become, dear boy? Will you blur?
From mischief and giggles to teenage despair,
She wonders if kindness will linger in there.
Will you hold open doors, be gentle and true?
Or will life’s heavy burdens weigh down upon you?
In moments of chaos, she stops and she sighs,
Fearing the world and its harsh, judging eyes.
Yet hope springs eternal, like flowers in spring,
For the love that she nurtures, oh, the joy it will bring.
So she shapes you with stories, with patience and care,
Teaching you values that are precious and rare.
As you run through the fields, with dreams in your sight,
Remember, dear boy, to always do right.
And should you one day, find love in your quest,
Keep close to your heart, all the lessons, the best.
For a mother’s true wish, beneath all the noise,
Is to raise a good man, full of courage and poise.
Now, if you’re on a journey to become a mom,
Explore how to begin with our at-home kit, calm.
Check out this link here for a guide that’s so neat,
And learn about options to make your life sweet.
For an excellent resource on pregnancy and your way,
Visit the NICHD site, it’s a guide for the day.
As you ponder the future, remember this dream,
Mothers of boys, with their hopes, and their gleam.