Parenting
Children's Blood Knows Its Parents' Hidden Truths
I’ve started thinking that our blood talks to us.
I don’t mean this in a sign of impending psychological collapse, and I’m using “blood” metaphorically, of course, but I’ve started wondering whether epigenetic imprints influence us subconsciously. Was it my ancestors’ blood, made from the waters of the Hanseatic shipping lane, that set them to sea and called us both to New York? Did my blood help engineer decisions and yearnings that somehow drew it “North” and “to winter?”
In turn, my son’s blood saw this pointing and compelled him to lift his hand, point, and intone lowly: “buuuuuuu, buuuu.”