I love my boyz beyond belief -- their autism, not so much -- but just the fact that they are male is awesome! Most days.
Most people have an idea before they have children of what boyz or girls are "like" and I am no exception. I clearly remembering wanting no more than one boy. I had one brother growing up and several of my cousins and friends had similar family arrangements and they worked pretty smoothly, I thought.
I knew I did not want multiple boyz. My husband only has a brother and my brother-in-law has two brothers and no sisters and a family we were close to growing up had three boyz and one girl and the stories and memories terrified me.
DH loves to tell the story of his brother giving pointers to the neighborhood boy on the best way to beat up DH. Then there are the stories of the summer that DH finally caught up in size to his older brother. World War III is usually used as the analogy and all I can think of is my poor, sainted mother-in-law -- but that is another whole blog post! I remember going over to the house with the three boyz while I was growing up and it totally morphed my brother. He was sweet and funny most of the time but we'd go over to their house and he would get into fart contests with the other boyz and all that gross "boy" stuff. No way. I had decided that was NOT for me.
But when we started thinking about a family, all I could think about was having a boy. I had four nieces and no nephews and my brother had died shortly before my wedding and all I could think about was a baby boy. I wanted a boy! Everyone always says "you will love the baby no matter what the gender" but I knew I really wanted that boy. Boyz (plural) still scared me and if I knew my second child was going to be a boy, I probably would have preferred that my first be a girl, but since nothing in life is certain, I just wanted that boy.
Lo and behold, Joe was born and there was much rejoicing. Both sets of grandparents and mom and dad were all thrilled.
Joe was absolutely the most beautiful baby EVER (and I had numerous strangers come up to me in public to reinforce that belief) but he wasn't always the easiest baby. It took me a long time to decide to have a second baby. DH wanted them closer together, but I was thinking 10 years apart was about right! The thought of two boyz no longer scared me. I just wanted a "typical" child. Ha! Does karma have a heck of a sense of humor, or what?!?!? At least Alan was a much easier baby!!
So back to why I am thankful for two boyz ...
1. Boyz are tough. I have a dear friend that has a daughter Joe's age. They both got their braces at similar times. Sweet girl would be in the nurse's office several times a week for Tylenol. Joe never asked for pain killers. In two and half years. Tough kid. Alan cut his head open and I found out when I found the bloody washcloth he used to try to clean himself up. Even tougher kid. Thank goodness for boyz.
2. Boyz consider shopping to be a chore which is also how I look at it. I never have to take them shopping to cheer them up! Thank goodness for boyz.
3. Boyz' toys are much better than those specifically "for girls". I hate the color pink and find changing a Barbie's clothes or matching her accessories to be boring. But building a railroad track? That is fun!! Thank goodness for boyz.
4. Boyz' books are better. I'd much rather read Percy Jackson or even How to Train your Dragon than The Twilight books any day!! Thank goodness for boyz.
5. Boyz are usually lower upkeep. They will never want their hair highlighted, a pedicure or the latest handbag. A suit for prom is a lot easier than finding the "right" dress -- although it might cost as much. In general their clothes cover more surface area, too!! Car insurance is more for boyz, but a wedding is a lot more. Thank goodness for boyz.
6. Drama is definitely lower with boyz.
In case you missed all the clues, I'll spell it out. I am not a "girlie" girl. Despite my obsession with miniatures, I don't care for most things "feminine". I am an engineer by degree. I love jeans and t-shirts and my boyz. So why is today different?
Today is the day I cleaned the bathrooms. Let's face it -- boyz miss. A lot. An awful lot. Yuck.