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A woman joins a special clan When first her baby holds her hand She stares into its newborn eyes And then begins to realize The import of the task ahead The lifelong journey in her stead But presently she's full of grace She loves his lips, his cherub's face She'll get caught up in all the things That being a new mom always brings She's always known that change would come When one becomes a brand new mum Soon enough she'll start to see That parenting a man-to-be Takes more than love and adoration The job demands real obligation Consistency and tough decisions A kind of strength hard to envision It's more than simply saying "No" Ignoring fits and tantrums - though That is a start, one sorely needed By parents whose fight is already conceded Raising a boy is no job for a wimp Creating a man from a sweet little imp For now rest assured that there is still time Gaze with affection on his little behind Soon 'twill be red, more often than not As the real boy emerges from your little tot But as a woman I've found there is no greater joy Than helping to grow a man from a boy |