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In the movie Lost in Translation there is a scene in which Bill Murray's character explains that, upon having your first child, "your life as you know it is gone...never to return." The movie has been one of my favorites for years. I just wish that I had known he meant my life.

In early 2010, I gave birth to the world's most perfect child. (Is there a parent who doesn't think his/her child is the world's most perfect?) In addition to being beautiful, he is brilliant and sweet and funny and hands-down the best thing that will ever happen to me. This kid is my entire world. I had somehow suspected through most of my life that he would be, which is why I fought very hard to have him. But about the post-childbirth apocalypse, I had absolutely no clue.

To say things have changed would be misleading. EVERYTHING has changed. Most of it has been good--some not so great--but everything is without a doubt different. And now the world changes once again. My little family and I find ourselves journeying from the big city to beautiful, calm Montana. Will the change be for the better? As with anything, the answer is sometimes "yes," sometimes "no," and always sought with massive quantities of hope. Come with me as I navigate the roads from fast-paced, big-city lawyer to Montana Momhood. Is there a line that can be walked? We'll see. But I can guarantee, at a minimum, it will be an adventurous road trip....

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Score One for Nature

I think it's safe to say that I have always come in somewhere in the middle when it comes to the "nature vs. nurture" subject.  A scientist by training, there is a strong part of me that says things are programmed from the beginning; that a person's genetic code dictates a large part of his or her life.  But as a certified control-freak, I also believe that nothing is 100% set in stone and things (good and bad) can be overcome with circumstance.

Well, these days I am a bit more of a believer in nature.  I have seen some of the strangest, most cliched "boy" things occur with my son, and there is no possible way he learned them.  For example, for Christmas his Grandpa gave him a truck.  Ok, I figured he's a bit young but would eventually grow into it.  Cool.  It's a neat truck.  In the meantime, I will play with it.  Yeah, well, within hours, my kid was driving the thing around the living room, growling "roooooooommmmmmm."  I kid you not.  I almost fell over.  I'm fairly certain his Grandmother and I had never "driven" his stuffed animals around.  He wasn't in Gymboree yet.  And he certainly hadn't caught it from the Sopranos (my child's interest in that particular TV show is a topic for another day).  He just...knew...that trucks roam around going "vroom."  Crazy.

And actually, my observations aren't entirely out in left field.  Recent studies show that boy rhesus monkeys prefer more traditionally "masculine" toys.  (See http://www.newscientist.com/article/dn13596-male-monkeys-prefer-boys-toys.html).  Does this mean that I'm sold 100% that boys will be boys?  No, not entirely.  As the article shows, scientists believe that this is good evidence of nature, but that nurture still plays a role.  That said, it looks like sometimes it is (yikes) out of our control.  Fine.  Score one nature.

1 comment:

  1. So, you are saying there is NOTHING I can do to avoid my soon-to-be daughter going through a princess phase? Sweet. Can't wait.

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