When I was pregnant with my son, Felix, I kept wondering what he would look like. Since the age of 14 years, I dreamt about having a baby boy with dark hair, light eyes and chubby lil cheeks. I prayed that he would be happy, healthy and intelligent, which he is.
When Felix was born my partner and I kept trying to figure out whose features Felix had, like most new parents do. He definitely has my eyes,…maybe? Is that your nose? Well those are my lips for sure! He has my facial features and your body type, right? Well,….we thought we had figured most of his features out….until today.
My mother brought a photo to me today. It is from 1921 and the little boy in the picture is my grandfather, Fred. When she handed me the picture I was expecting to see my grandfather’s recognizable happy face, but what I saw was my son’s face. Dark hair, light eyes and chubby little cheeks.
I’m kinda in shock. Does Felix have my grandfather’s face? What about my genetics and my partner’s? Didn’t they factor in…at all?! So now my mind wanders to the idea of reincarnation. Grandpa? Is that you in there? Or are my genetics really that strong?
Hmm….Life is weird.