

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Baseball under my front seat Toy truck stuck in the back door Grass stains on his Sunday jeans Crayon hearts on my fridge door [Chorus] I’m a boy mom, baby, that’s my world Mud on my minivan, hair in a swirl Coffee on my shirt, but his hand in mine Sticky little fingers wrapped up in my time I used to dream stages and rhinestones on Now I’m singin’ bedtime songs ‘til the fears are gone Yeah, I’m a boy mom, that’s my favorite kinda wild [Verse 2] One shoe lost in the Walmart aisle Superhero cape in the church pew He says, “Mama, watch!” every second, every mile And somehow I always do [Chorus] I’m a boy mom, baby, that’s my world Mud on my minivan, hair in a swirl Coffee on my shirt, but his hand in mine Sticky little fingers wrapped up in my time I used to chase spotlights till the break of dawn Now his sleepy “love you” is my closing song Yeah, I’m a boy mom, that’s my favorite kinda wild [Bridge] One day he’ll be tall, drive off this road I’ll wave from this porch, let his story unfold But I’ll still hear toy trucks on these old wood floors Every “watch me, Mama” echo through these doors (oh-oh) [Chorus] I’m a boy mom, baby, that’s my world Mud on my minivan, heart in a whirl Coffee on my shirt, but his hand in mine Sticky little fingers holding all my life I thought I knew love from the songs I’d sung But it hit me harder in the arms of my son Yeah, I’m a boy mom That’s my favorite kinda wild (oh yeah)
Tags
country, Warm modern country with female vocals; brushed acoustic guitar and soft kick in the verse, steel guitar swells and stacked harmonies in the chorus. Easy swing tempo, intimate close-mic vocal on the verses, then a bright anthemic lift on the hook. Fiddle doubles the melodic hook post-chorus, light organ pad adds depth on the last chorus., female vocals
2:33
No
2/20/2026