I have my father's blue eyes, I have my mother's snubbed nose, and I suppose the nearly balanced left- and right-brain (since Seth's was 48% left, 52% right and I have to assume Simeon, my other brother, would have similar results) is a mixture of them as well.
One would assume that the left-side came from my father, a carpenter, who has spent the last 30 years measuring twice and cutting once. Likewise, my mother, who attended OCAD back when it didn't have a "D" - art only! - may have easily donated the right-brain portion. As their daughter, however, I know that my storytelling skills come from dad and I keep lists upon lists just like mom.
Whatever the DNA cocktail I consist of, I'm happy for it. I love even more that I can pick out interests and propensities from stories of grandparents and great-grandparents, some of whom I have never met.
And here I am, my genetic makeup tracing back for generations, married to Andrew, with his own trail of genetic signatures. I daydream (daydreaming! how right-brained!) about what our kids will be like. I wonder which dominant and recessive features will emerge, like a developing Polaroid. Until modern science makes it possible for us to creepily design our offspring (Andrew's perfect teeth! my 20/20 vision! his musical skills! my freckles! his sensible attitude! my imagination!), I'm happy to let genetics work its magic.
