I was at my desk, probably sorting through some color approval swatches when my former boss came in, clutching a tissue, red rimmed eyes. I couldn't ignore it so I asked, "What happened?"
She was on the subway and a dapper man stepped on, pretty blond 7yr.old daughter in tow. The little girl sat down next to her and dozed off, resting a headful of perfect ringlets against her shoulder. That was all it took.
RA doesn't have children. She wanted them at some point in time but had long shuttered those thoughts, a child didn't fit into her husband's life plan.
This memory came back to me today while I was having a candid discussion about an ad I found searching for egg donors.
"Don't do it. You're going to want your eggs one day."
"It's not like they take all of them."
"No."
"I don't think it's so horrible. There are people who need eggs. I have eggs, I am certainly not using them and they do go bad after a while. It's a nice thing to do."
"No."
"Why not? People want eggs, I have eggs. People have money, I want money. Don't you think we could use money?"
"NO. One day, you are going to be walking down the street and you will see a little kid who looks like you and you are going to wonder."
"Well, geez., at least my genes would be out there somehow."
Aside from adding new level to Darwinism (hey, if you can't have children yourself...), the thought of it certainly gives me pause. I think I'd have to make it possible for my eggs to find me again if I made the decision to put them out in the world for someone else to claim. Is that just too heartbreaking to consider?
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