My little girl’s not so little anymore, as kids tend to do Sixteen going on twenty-two, thinks she’s got it figured through
She said “Daddy, my teacher says, Mom’s a Tradwife, that’s her fate And if I don’t study hard, that’ll be me Is it too late?”
Well, I don’t know what a Tradwife is, in your vocabulary But honey, let me tell you ‘bout the woman, you should aim to be
Your mama knows more chemistry, than any man I met Can make pickles, sauerkraut, and medicine, without breaking a sweat She reads every label, knows which toxins lurk inside Keeps this family healthy, while others, just let it slide
She does our taxes, banking, bills, and every social call Your mama runs this operation. Honey, she runs it all She cares ‘bout us too much — to let us eat factory food
Now who deals with the HOA, the PTA, the Council meetings too? Who knows the psychology, to manage your teenage moods when you don’t know what to do?
She can fix the lawnmower, program the TV when it acts up mean Knows how the oven, microwave, and every gadget in between
Your mom’s barefoot most the time — true But so am I. Were grounded. It’s a Wayist thing
Your teacher doesn’t know about life that way Mom’s skills run a whole enterprise with wisdom, skill, and care
Your mama knows more chemistry, than any man I met Can make pickles, sauerkraut, and medicine, without breaking a sweat She reads every label, knows which toxins lurk inside Keeps this family healthy, while others, just let it slide
She does our taxes, banking, bills, and every social call Your mama runs this operation. Honey, she runs it all She cares ‘bout us too much — to let us eat factory food
Who built the wealth, and peace we got, the health we celebrate? Your mama’s skills and knowledge, girl — that’s what made us great
Civilizations rose, because your grandmas played that game The yin and yang together, mother and father standing strong Built the prosperity, people took for granted all along
And between you and me your mama runs circles ‘round Any corporate hotshot in this town
So yes, my dear, you study hard — study far and deep Learn chemistry and business, learn the wisdom that you’ll keep Learn to read the world around you, see through marketing lies Learn to build a home and life with your own hands and your own eyes
‘Cause being like your mama? That takes more brains, than most degrees And if that’s a “Tradwife” — well, that’s exactly what we need
Your mama knows more chemistry, than any man I met Can make pickles, sauerkraut, and medicine, without breaking a sweat She reads every label, knows which toxins lurk inside Keeps this family healthy, while others, just let it slide
She does our taxes, banking, bills, and every social call Your mama runs this operation. Honey, she runs it all She cares ‘bout us too much — to let us eat factory food
Who built the wealth, and peace we got, the health we celebrate? Your mama’s skills and knowledge, girl — that’s what made us great
Civilizations rose, because your grandmas played that game The yin and yang together, mother and father standing strong Built the prosperity, people too for granted all along
And between you and me your mama runs circles ‘round Any corporate hotshot in this town
I go out, bring in the harvest Your mom preserve and invest it That’s why we’re doing fine
Your mama is everything they wish they could, then a whole lot more If being like your mama is your future, you’ll be fine… There’s nothing she can’t do
That kind of partner is more than fine