New Baby Thoughts: Whose Gene Pool?

When I first saw my newborn baby, I didn’t think”Oh, he’s got my nose…”

I mean, for the first day or so, any baby is still a scrunchy, wrinkly little thing. How on earth is it possible to determine likenesses so early?

Yet there we are, in the hospital, not four hours after baby being born and the mother-in-law is claiming him for her clan! “Oh yes, he looks like me when I was a baby….” Pl-ease!

And she’s not alone. The other in-laws said their piece about who he looks like and obviously he’s their posse. One of the first questions from my own mother was “So, who does he look like?”. Why does it matter?

Seriously. When I look at this child, all I see is innocence. A blank canvas. A mind to be moulded. Infinite opportunities. Dirty nappies.

I cannot understand why the families insist on this gene pool stampede! This is the third time I’ve witnessed the ‘gold rush’. Any other parents out there have the same experience?