I just saw this Daily News article on Regis and Kelly (that’s what our work TV is programed to in the mornings) about custom-made babies. It makes my whole body feel numb. To be able to tell your children, “We chose your eye color, hair color and skin color because that’s what Mommy and Daddy wanted you to look like” sounds like a line from a bad “B” horror movie. And then Mommy and Daddy lock the children in the house and never let them out – for-e-ver.
This is really unsettling to me. I’m all for genetic testing to cure diseases. If that doctor claims he can cure AIDS because of some kind of genetic mutation he could cure, by all means. But to genetically modify babies? It nauseates me just thinking about it.
Sure, I’d love for Oscar’s and my babies to have his dark skin, but I don’t care either way. I took genetics in high school and I have an idea of what will dominate but I can’t be sure. I can bet on dark skin dark eyes and dark hair, but I won’t love them any less if they come out bald and ghost-white.
I don’t even care what sex, really. I thought I wanted a girl and Oscar was set on boys but we’ve both softened. I don’t think either of us care either way. We’ve even discussed more difficult things like birth defects, but we’re ready for whatever we’re given regardless. I don’t think I could ever decide the fate of a living thing that was part of me, and it makes me wonder about those people that do.