Do you think we look alike?
I want to say something to everyone today.
DNA dosen't mean crap.
And I have a little story to illustrate my point.
Some years ago, even before The Boy was born, The Sugar Daddy and I were starting to consider adoption. And I was down with it. Except.
Except I was sad that my children wouldn't look like me.
One day I was home alone thinking about this and feeling a little upset, shuffling around the house in my pajamas. I went to get a cheese stick out of the refrigerator. At the time we had the kind of fridge that you can hang stuff on with magnets and we had the whole front covered with photos and what not.
So I was getting this cheese stick and one photo in particular caught my eye. It was a photo of my younger brother, The Rooster.
Now, The Rooster and I, well, we don't look a thing alike. We share the same DNA, but you'd never know it.
Matter of fact, I don't look a whole lot like any of my siblings. We are a strange family that way. Do I love them less?
So I saw this photo and I was struck by the fact that DNA doesn't mean crap. It may get you your grandmother's nose, and a kidney if you need it, but it doesn't make you family.
A body is made of cells. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. It's all just matter. Crap, if you will.
People tell me my babies look like me. I think people want my babies to look like me. I don't know why. Maybe it's some underlying way of reassuring themselves that these children were meant for our family. That the universe got it right.
I get that.
But let me ask you this. I have a friend who's father was a serial murder. She is a beautiful, amazing person. Did the universe get that wrong?
Blood is thicker than water, but blood is just blood.