Prayer for a son

Singing in the rain, preschool-style


Let him color the horse purple.

Let him dance wearing fairy wings.

Let him kiss me into a frog and then a few minutes later kiss me back to Mommy.

Let him see the world through toilet paper roll binoculars.

Let him think new shoes make you fast.

Let him love to play with princess wands (even if he uses the wand as a sword).

Let him never cease asking questions (even if by questions I mean the same question over and over again).

Let him see the swing set as a pirate ship.

Let him think my singing voice is awesome.

Let him see a superhero when he looks at his daddy.

Soon enough the world will impose its rules. He’ll learn that some things are “for girls” so he should stick to things that are “for boys”. It’ll be uncool to kiss your mom and hold her hand and play with her hair. He’ll learn that horses are brown or black or white. And that superheros are fictional.

But right now, at this very moment, the world is full of possibility. For right now, it is whatever he wants it to be.

And it’s beautiful.

So let it last as long as possible. Forever, even. Because little boys don’t have to be the only boys who aren’t afraid to be themselves.


9 thoughts on “Prayer for a son

  1. Let him build forts with pillows, cushions, and blankets. Let him try to reach the moon by grabbing a ladder (yes, my son really did that). Let him crawl onto your lap and listen to you read his favorite book for the 48th time. Let him demonstrate a crooked somersault to the roar of parents applauding.

    It goes fast. But I enjoy my boys at 13 and 11 also. Each age has its wonders. Thanks for the reminder, Erin.

    • Thanks, Julie. I know each age will bring it’s own magic and I hope it always IS magic, ya know. Sounds like your boys bring you a lot of joy (and we read the favorite books over and over again too).

  2. Let my daughter love pink and red and blue and yellow. Let her careen her tonka trucks around the house. Let her think her security blanket has feelings and her lovie bear is her baby. Let her pretend to be Lightining McQueen and race down the steps…every time she goes down them. Let her want Mommy to play the prince for her Cinderella. Let her want to be a fireman. Let her think she’s equal (in every way) to the boys she knows, forever.

    Loved your post, Erin!!!!

  3. I hope your boy is always confident to be himself and that the world always holds more for him, even in those crazy teenage years!

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