Ever since we had the “serious” baby talk, I find myself
drifting to donor profiles in snippets of time here and there. It’s a bizarre thing, when you really think
about it: Searching an online catalog to find the genetic material that will
someday make up half of our baby.
How times have changed.
Do we want him to have red hair? Check the box.
Athletic? Check the
Height? Check the
Click that search button, and what do you get? You get a sea of this:
And really, none of it means all that much. I mean, my father was an amazing athlete, and
I can barely catch a ball. He has no
real ambition, and my ambition is the only thing that keeps me going
sometimes. How much of it is nature, and
how much of it is nurture?