::sigh::
I grew up imagining that my baby would resemble that of myself, a chubby smiley baby with a crown of blonde ringlets, porcelain skin and rosy cheeks. Naturally, over time, this image has changed and become a bit more sophisticated. (I happen to admire jet black hair on little girls).
I don't know why I'm taking the time to type this, it's just been on my mind. A lot is going on here - not with me and babies, but with others and babies. And I can feel a baby in the air a-brewin...
My point is that I never took into account the other co-creator of said baby...
Beau and I had a discussion about this while watching Jon and Kate plus Eight, the TV show on TLC. Jon is asian, and Kate is white, and all 8 kids have dark hair, and dark slanty eyes. I happened to comment to Beau that I would be pissed if I had 8 kids and not one of them looked like me. He replied with, "Well, he's asian. If you have a baby with an asian guy, their genes take over. Same thing with a black guy." And naturally, I started to argue, scrambling for an example of the opposite. Then he said, "K, you have light genes. You can't expect them to override other genes."
I realize now, that although my sophisticated taste in the looks of children differ from my own features, that if I was to have a baby, perhaps in 10 years, that I would want it to look like me. And I had been so ready to forfeit my ideal baby of childhood....
And maybe I'm not ready to give that up. But .... I still can't help but think that it all wouldn't matter as long as I loved the father.
You might wonder why I think about seemingly trivial things such as this one. Well, it's because it's something to figure out before the decision presents itself. I was the first baby born on my mother's side of the family, and all of her younger cousins fawned over me. When one of my cousins had her first baby she exclaimed, "She's so dark! I can't believe it!" To which my calloused mother responded, "Well, what did you expect?"
