Boy Fix!

This post is not about my hubby getting fixed, which he did.  "Not that bad", he said.  "A little black and blue", he noted.  All better in less time than it takes to recover from childbirth.  Really?  Wow!  Why didn't this happen three years ago when he made the initial appointment.  Well it didn't. But now it's over and done with and no one is worse for the wear.  Thanks hon!  But this post isn't about my boy getting fixed, it's about me getting my boy fix.  As you might have noted we are the happy parents of three girls.  I wouldn't have it any other way.  Rod grew up next to three girls in the Hatch family and when our third was born we noted that he finally had his "hatch trick".  A nod to his love of soccer and hockey and scoring and all things competitive.   He was meant to have girls.

He can hang with the girls like no man I know.  He always has.  Some of his best friends in high school were girls and he has no problem sitting and chatting with the ladies.  He is the perfect dad for our girls.  He has coached them all in soccer and/or hockey.  He snuggles with them at night to put them to bed.  He is the perfect mix of rough and tumble and sweet and snuggly.  He has his girls.

I wouldn't trade our little family for anything in the world.  But I was the one that would have kept on having children till we got a boy.  I'm the one that grew up with a brother and no sisters.  I'm the one who knows how to talk to other dads in the hockey rink but not the other moms.  I can chat and relate to guys better in casual conversations.  Is it because I grew up with a brother?  I don't honestly know.  Don't get me wrong I have lots of wonderful girl friends.  But less women who I would call casual acquaintances.  Anyway.  That's not the point of this story.  I would have had more kids.  I would have tried for the boy.  I would have adopted a boy.  I always thought I'd be a mom to a son.  But that was not the plan for me.  And I am completely content with that now.

I am fortunate to play another role in this lifetime.  That of Auntie.  I love this role almost as much as I love being a mom.  I love all my nieces and nephews and would do anything in the world to ensure their happiness.   I have been so fortunate this summer to get my boy fix.  Now that Rod's brother got a house on the lake we get to see our nephews more.  We get to eat breakfast with them, hang out in our cottages, see them when they boat by our house, or have dinner out at a restaurant together.   The girls have grown closer to their cousins this summer and the boys are so much more comfortable and at home with all of us.  The dogs are even beginning to grow on them after their initial sniffing at each reintroduction.

I also get to see my brother's kids a lot with my sister-in-law.  She is so wonderful about keeping the boys in touch with our family. She always schedules visits with grandparents and we like to plan fun adventures for the summer months when schedules aren't as crazy as during the school year.   There is nothing like a hug and a kiss from those two little boys who say "Auntie!" in the sweetest little voices.  I can convince the youngest that I need lots of lots of hugs and he obliges me.  We got to babysit them over night recently while their parents headed up to our lake house for some alone time. Fun for us and for them!

So I always thought I'd get to be a mother to a son.  Instead I get to give endless love and affection to these four sweet little boys.  Could they be any cuter?!