Lyrics

In a house on a crooked old street
Lived Betsy with love at her feet
Emily’s laughter, Chris’s wild dreams
Two cats, two dogs, and nightly ice cream

The walls had crayon and years in the dust
The basement grew mold, betrayal and must
Yet every morning, with coffee in hand
She ruled with grace no one could plan

(Chorus)
Oh, motherhood’s messy, but Betsy don’t mind
She’s patched every hole with a laugh and some twine
Through chaos and joy, she stands tall and free
Raising her kids in sweet Northfield, IL—wild as can be

(Verse 2)
Hammy Sosa escaped in ’03
Ran through the vents, then met destiny
They searched with flashlights, tears and cheese
But all they found were memories

Still Betsy sang lullabies soft in the night
Fixed boo-boos with Band-Aids and love wrapped tight
Even the dogs seemed to know she was queen
Of bedtime stories and in-between

(Chorus)
Yeah, motherhood’s crazy, but Betsy’s the thread
That stitched all the moments where love gently spread
In a home full of barking and furballs and glee
She built a forever for Emily and C.

(Bridge)
Now they’ve grown tall, they call and they write
She laughs at the mold, and the laundry room light
The house still stands, a bit worn but grand
A monument built by her own gentle hands

(Final Chorus)
Oh, motherhood’s magic, and Betsy’s its heart
From spilled juice to science fair charts
She’d do it again—every mess, every plea
For the joy of her babies: Chris and Emily