Genetic Lightning Rods

There are times you look at your children and see the faces of all the people you’ve ever loved.

There are times you look at your children and see their other parent.

There are times you look at your children and see yourself.

There are times you look at your children and see their baby selves. . .or the person they will become. . .or the expressions they have worn since they were newborns. . .or a glimmer of their adult face.

There are times you look at your children and see how the mixture of your genetic code and that of their other parent served as a marvelous, mysterious way of making a brand new person out of what amounts to fluff.

There are times you look at your children and see how the mixture of your genetic code and that of their other parent served more as a lightning rod of personalities rather than an upwardly mobile ladder of DNA.

By the grace of God, we bring them into existence with our beautifully flawed, information packed cells. They don’t really get a say in it.

Bless their hearts.

And you want to apologize for the things you gave them that you never intended to–the things that make you loopy about yourself and your siblings and your parents and your spouse.

Then you go to kiss them goodnight, and they snuggle up next to you (even the one that is very nearly as tall as you are now) and kiss your face over and over and tell you how much they love you and whisper things in your ear because you are their world, and they call you back for ONE MORE HUG even though they’ve already had at least four.

And you know that By the Grace of God, all of these beautifully flawed people with their information packed cells are a family.  They are your people.  They so totally love you–you and your  far flung mitochondria with its too short toes and strains of stubbornness and propensity towards procrastination.

And THEY–these people who look like all the people you’ve ever loved as well as their very own autonomous selves–bless YOUR heart instead.

Advertisements

4 thoughts on “Genetic Lightning Rods

    • Last night showed the lightning rod effect–particularly for one child but for the other as well. You really WANT to say, “I am SO SORRY for giving you the genetic code that makes you do That Thing. And I am SO SORRY for completely losing any cool I might have ever thought I possessed when you do That Thing since I’m the one you got it from.” And somehow–no matter HOW much of your cool you lost, they still just love you. And you love them. Amazing.

Tell me what ya think.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s