For the Boy Moms

For the Boy Moms

A Mother’s Day Reflection

I don’t have a daughter. I’m sure they’re wonderful—I am one, after all.
But God made me a boy mom.

Not just once, but twice.
And not boys anymore, really.
Men becoming.
One grown. One close.
The little hands that once reached for mine now carry things for me, move through the world, hold steady when I lean.

There’s something about watching your sons become men that takes your breath away.
Not because you lose them—but because you see them.
The man flickers in the boy. And you remember every version of them at once.
It’s humbling. It’s holy. And it’s something no one really prepares you for.

It’s Important to Raise Men

The world needs good men. Steady men.
Kind, brave, respectful men who know how to lead and how to listen.

That starts with being seen. Supported. Shaped—but not controlled.
That starts with mothers.

Not perfect ones.
Present ones.
Ones who show them strength and softness aren’t opposites.
Who let them stumble and still hold the space.

You don’t raise a man through pressure.
You raise him by believing he’s already becoming one—and staying close as he does.

It’s Different Now

They don’t need bedtime stories or lunchboxes anymore.
But they still need you.
Just differently.

And there is nothing like the love of a son.
The protectiveness in his voice. The way he still checks on you. The way his arms are stronger now, but his heart hasn’t hardened.

You look at him, and for a second, he’s five again. Then he’s twenty. Then he’s just… himself.
And it breaks you open in the best way.

To the Boy Moms

This one’s for us.
For the women raising men. For the women letting go and staying close.
For the quiet pride. The private prayers. The long talks. The deep trust.

We don’t always talk about it.
But there’s a quiet glow in boy-mother love.
It’s rooted. Real. And lifelong.

Happy Mother’s Day.