Playing God With Your Kids

Very often when you’re dealing with aspects of the medical profession, you’re going to end up being hyperaware of all the medical conditions that you picked up over time. Much like how first year psychology students end up thinking they suffer from borderline personality disorder or some kind of mania when they really just normal people with pleasantly dysfunctional lives.

Me on the other hand, if I ever kids, I want to have their entire DNA sequenced. Not just those simple genetic karyotyping which tells the parents whether your kid has one extra DNA missing or not. I want the whole 9 yards. I want to be able to tell which parts of my kid are born from my genes and which parts are from the mother. I want to be able to know which parts of my kid I can tweak so that they have that little more advantage that I can’t just give them with mere upbringing. I want my kids to be my kids and not leave it to random chance that something good (or bad) might happen. All that…and I want to fold my sleaves up and do it myself.

It’s not to say I’m taking this whole mad geneticist a bit too far but do you know how much of our genetic legacy we leave to chance? It’s amazing how we haven’t all completely mutated back into a pile of jelly with a dick for an eye…not that some people don’t already exhibit that…but that’s something completely different and their brains are in their ass to begin with.

That aside, I don’t think playing God with your genetic legacy is no different. I think every parent does the best they can with their kids based on what they know. How is adding the knowledge of genetics any different from what we’re willing to do to give our kids the best possible future that they have. I think the misconception behind playing God with nature is that having better genes doesn’t mean you’re going to sleep soundly at night knowing you have something godlike sleeping next door. It just means that they are more likely to be saying “I like to dedicate this Nobel prize to my parents who also got a Nobel prize for creating me.” at 30 rather than “Would you like fries with that?”

With your genes a lot of things can be assured in the right direction, that’s not to say that you can be taught to look in a whole new direction in life. But at least that’s the kind of legacy I would want to give to my kids. Something they can be proud off that exists in their blood. Something that won’t stop them from being the best that they can be. Something that their father never had. The right blood at the right place for the right world.

How could I say no to that?

5 thoughts on “Playing God With Your Kids

  1. Pat: Gattaca wasn’t scary. At least not for me. I kinda see it as a future. In a way, a better future than the present we have now.

    ChickyBabe: It does. It also makes you think about what drives a person to succeed in life. 🙂

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