Mud On My Minivan

[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)

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