Momma's Boys

My little Bryce has gone to the father-son camp out with Paxton and I miss him. He is the sweetest, most loving and adorable little boy ever. I love that having a little boy makes me feel like I'm falling in love all over again. Sometimes I look at him and he is so handsome my heart flutters and I have to kiss the top of his little red head.

I wrote this a while ago but those of you with boys might appreciate it.

Momma’s Boy

As a boy, he held her hand and sloppily kissed her cheek.
He told her she was beautiful and her praises he did seek.
His thoughtful ways and loving heart gave her constant joy
See, she had brought him up that way, to be a momma’s boy.

When he grew a little more he still greeted her with hugs
And showed her all his treasures like spiders, worms and bugs.
He told her all about his day while he helped her with the cooking
And sometimes he still held her hand when nobody was looking.

A few years later he grew up tall and was gone a little more
But even still, it was “Mom” he yelled after walking in the door.
He had to stoop to kiss her cheek and no longer held her hand
And she knew that he was turning out just as she had planned.

Some time later he left for school and though it broke her heart
She knew that she had raised him well and given the perfect start.
He was intelligent and confident and ready to start his life
And not very long after that I became his wife.

Now as a man he holds my hand and gives me gentle kisses
He tells me that I’m beautiful and almost always listens.
His thoughtful ways and loving heart give me constant joy
And I’m grateful for the woman who raised my man to be a momma’s boy.

Jaymie Quigley 11/26/06