Monday, February 22, 2010
A Question of DNA
It is, of course, beautiful. It doesn't surprise me at all that the condo is done to perfection and looks like it came straight out of a showroom. My mother has always had beautiful taste and an eye for decorating. She also takes great pride in having her home meticulously neat and tidy. I am in awe of the work that she has done and the comfortable way it feels.
My mother, my sister, my grandmother and my aunt all have these same characteristics. They all have beautiful homes and have a knack for things. I don't have it. I would like to think I do, but the fact is I really don't. I know what I like and what I don't like as far as decorating, but I don't have the first clue of how to put it all together. "Things" start to feel like clutter to me in my own home and instead of adding to the feel of the decor, they begin to feel like something else that collects dust. It's not that I don't care what my home looks like, I do care. I just don't know how to make it look the way I want to.
I imagine it is a question of DNA or maybe environment. Maybe my mother got it from my grandmother and my sister got it from my mother. So what happened to me? How does DNA work? If my sister and I come from the same gene pool, why don't we get the same characteristics?
The same can be said for having cancer. Neither my mother, my sister, my aunt or my grandmother have been diagnosed with cancer, thank God, but I have. Is it something in my DNA? Is it something in my environment? What is it?
I feel like I need to figure it out because as much as I would like to have the taste that the women in my family have and be able to pass it on to my daughters, I am more concerned that what I might be passing on to my daughters is much more sinister.
I don't want my daughters to ever have cancer. I sincerely hope that in the way that I missed the decorating gene, they will miss the cancer gene. I hope they have beautifully decorated homes and an appreciation for things-all while they are cancer free.