When I was younger, I read a poem about whether heredity or environment plays more of a role in the way children are. Although this is a poem about adoption, this is a subject that has always fascinated me. Every day that I look at Cole, I wonder what about him was something he was born with and what is he learning from us and other people.
From the time that he was born, I thought that Cole not only looks like Kevin, but he makes faces like him. Now that he is getting older, I see so much of Kevin’s personality in my little man. It’s hard to tell what he just naturally came into the world with and what he has learned from watching his daddy.
Examples:
Kevin has a tendency to be hyper. A lot of times when I pick up Cole from daycare, he runs the length of the room over and over, crashing into things. Born with genetic hyperactivity.
Kevin likes to run around the house naked. So does Cole. Probably learned.
Kevin is very affectionate. Cole loves to give kisses. Hmm, maybe a little of both.
As the poem concludes…
Heredity or environment- which are you a product of? Both, my darling, both, they’re just different kinds of love.
