A friend was telling me tonight about a story on Nightline that suggested that in about 125,000 years, men would cease to exist, due to some defect in the Y chromosome. Women would evidently live on, as science has recently proven that it is possible to procreate using the genetic material from two women, however the result would always be girls.
At first, I was amused by this concept. Though I love my husband dearly, there are days when a world without men doesn’t sound like such a terrible thing. Not trying to get rid of him for anything in this world, but the fantasy, in and of itself, could occasionally be appealing.
But then my thoughts turned to my kids. For anyone who doesn’t know, I have three boys, ages 13, 2, and 1. Life without the male of the species would mean life without little boys. That would be the most horrid world that I could imagine. Occasionally, I complain about the overabundance of testosterone and the sickening balance of power in this house, but honestly I wouldn’t change things for the world. Sure, I would like to buy something pink, now and then, or have a tea party with a table full of dolls, but I’ll take trains and race cars, any day.
Without boys, the world would be lacking so many little things:
~ No one would pee all over my walls because they want to do it like daddy.
~ No one would hand me boogies, expecting a “thank you” in return.
~ There would be no Hot Wheels cars to slip on or Legos to step on in the dark.
~ I would never have to move furniture to set up a train track or race car set.
~ There would be no more “wet doggie” little boy smell, after coming in from outside.
~ No one would bring wildlife into the house, as if it was a rare treasure.
~ No one would try to “fix” my coffee table with daddy’s hammer and screwdriver.
~ No one would crawl into my lap asking for “tisses mama”
~ No one would run to kiss me goodbye, as they headed out to the store with daddy.
~ No one would play with my hair when they were getting sleepy.
~ There would be no one to tuck in at night, or to crawl in my bed at 3 a.m.
~ There would be no one to wake me up after only 3 hours of sleep, saying they’re “Hungee”
There are too many things that would be missing from my world if the male species were to disappear. I certainly would have no desire to exist without the excitement, imagination, determination, and love that go along with my little boys.
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