For weeks now I’ve been asking my son to find the brand new winter coat I bought him. He wore it to school one day and it hasn’t been seen since. I’m sure it’s buried deep in the Lost and Found bin at his school. The snowfall and the frigid temperatures last Friday prompted me to ratchet up my usual low-level nagging into a full-throttle turning of the screws. I let him borrow one of my coats that morning and I must have told him at least four or five or thirty-eight times to MAKE SURE TO BRING HOME BOTH COATS. BOTH. COATS!!! I conscripted my husband to reiterate this directive as well, (the old double-barreled shotgun approach).
Of course, (as I half knew would happen), he came home without either coat. I admit it. I blew like Krakatoa. I got the kids in the car and we headed to my parents’ house for a quick overnight stay to celebrate the Lunar New Year. For the first fifteen minutes of the journey I barked and lectured and threatened and droned on and on and on and on…I couldn’t stop myself. I was like a runaway train whose brakes had failed.
Hell-bent on riding the poor boy like a witch on a flaming broomstick for the rest of the trip, I had him pull out his science notebook and start taking notes for his genetics project due this week. The assignment was to create a family tree that included inherited traits from both sides of his family.
“What have I inherited from you, Mom?” he asked.
“Well, think about it…What do you think you’ve inherited from me?”
“Ummm…thick, dark hair?”
“Uh-huh. Go on. What else?”
“Shovel teeth…” (Side note: Did you know that Asians and Native Americans have concave top incisors, also referred to as ‘shovel teeth’)?
“I’m sure you can think of other examples. There are some really obvious similarities,” I said impatiently.
“Well, I’m not very physically flexible…”
“Yeah, that sounds like me too. But there are even more obvious similarities.”
“Oh, uh…brown Asian eyes?”
“…And I think we have the same type of personality.”
Ahhh, there it was…He’s right. We do have similar personalities. I flattered myself by entertaining thoughts about some positive traits we might share – generosity, creativity, a compassionate nature…
He continued his thought: “For both of us, it’s absolutely inconceivable that we could possibly be wrong about anything.”
Oof. Oh yeah. He said that. Verbatim.
When we arrived in Arlington my kids went straight to bed. I stayed up for a little while to chat with my mother. She asked me how the kids were doing and I immediately launched into a litany of complaints about my son’s forgetfulness, about how he slaves over homework assignments but then forgets to turn them in or loses them between home and school, about the two coats that did not make it back home…My mother just shrugged her shoulders.
The next day, after a traditional Korean New Year’s lunch of Dduk Gook (see New Year’s Soup), we headed back home. I called my mom to let her know we’d arrived home safely.
“Mom, I think I left medicine on your kitchen counter by mistake, but don’t worry, I have extra bottles at home.”
I expected her to be anxious about this and to ask if she should express mail it to me. I was surprised when she merely said, “O.K.,” as if it were no big deal. But then she added in an emphatic and pointed voice, “AND you forgot your sweater. So don’t blame your son for forgetting the coats. He gets it from YOU!”
Sorry, kid. Sometimes genetics can really come back to bite you in the ass.
4 thoughts on “Lost and Found”
I loved reading this! I always talk to my mom about certain traits that I inherit from her and my dad. She always says “Yea, the only thing I can thank your father for is the genes because you are one smart young woman; you don’t get that from me” haha. But yes I think it’s good to transcend physical traits and discuss personality traits when it comes to genetics because it’s always interesting and intriguing to think about.
From what I can tell, you were blessed with some great genes, Jasmine!
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