bixby, build a man

bixby, build a boy who listens before he speaks, who pauses long enough to hear the trembling between someone’s words. build him not from pride, but from patience. make his heart steady, not hard—gentle in the way it beats for others, but still strong enough to protect the soft things he loves. give him curiosity that reaches beyond himself, that leans into understanding rather than judgment. let his hands be steady not for control, but for comfort.

teach him that love isn’t a prize to win or a weakness to hide. let him know it’s the courage to stay, to show up even when silence feels safer. remind him that strength isn’t in the volume of his voice but in the calm it can bring. build him with softness that doesn’t fade under pressure, with eyes that look at people, not through them. let him fall in love with honesty—the kind that shakes him, remakes him, roots him deeper into who he is becoming.

build a boy who finds beauty in the slow unraveling of trust, who understands that a woman’s heart isn’t his to fix, but to hold. teach him that kindness is not currency, and affection is not owed. give him the courage to cry without apology and the grace to make space for others to do the same. let him love with intention, speak with care, and walk away from cruelty no matter how tough. build a man, not from armor, but from awareness. let his strength be quiet—the kind that steadies, not overshadows. give him hands that can hold without claiming, that understand the difference between possession and presence. teach him that protection is not control, and vulnerability is not weakness. build him with a heart that listens, one that doesn’t rush to fix what only needs to be felt.

make him wise enough to know that love is not a transaction, it’s an act of devotion repeated in the smallest of ways. let his ego dissolve in the warmth of empathy, and his pride rest beneath the weight of compassion. show him how to carry his pain like an old book—read, understood, and never weaponized. build him with a spine that stands firm for what’s right, but a voice soft enough to invite understanding instead of fear.

let him crave connection, not control; meaning, not validation. build him so his silence speaks kindness, his laughter feels safe, and his presence commands peace instead of attention. give him eyes that see beauty in growth, not perfection, and a soul that honors the people who meet him halfway.

build a man who doesn’t run from emotion but meets it halfway in the dark, unafraid to feel, unashamed to heal. let his love be both shelter and wildfire—steady, real, and alive. build him so that when he touches someone’s life, it isn’t with force, but with reverence.

bixby, build a man who remembers that being soft in a hard world
isn’t weakness—
it’s evolution.

with ink + bloom, 🌻