We Pass More Than Genes To Our Children

I have always felt that the lives we live somehow can become imprinted onto the next generation. Our memories are not just abstract apparitions, but there is an actual tangible substance to experiences, and that information gets transferred into our cells. The body is not just a functional apparatus unaware of the emotions the heart/brain/soul feel, but is intimately connected to all that we go through.

Maybe that sounds like some hippy new age esoteric frou frou la la land… but guess what!? Science kind of agrees with me.

“New research from Emory University School of Medicine, in Atlanta, has shown that it is possible for some information to be inherited biologically through chemical changes that occur in DNA. During the tests they learned that that mice can pass on learned information about traumatic or stressful experiences – in this case a fear of the smell of cherry blossom – to subsequent generations.”

I have been thinking a lot about war lately because of all the turmoil in Gaza. There is so much suffering people are forced to endure. How can that not be transferred onto their children? When you think about slavery, the holocaust, genocide, war torn countries… what humans have been exposed to is so extreme, so extraordinarily brutal, how could those remembrances not be part of generations to come?

A child doesn’t have to live the pain of their parents to still be impacted. A young black child in America can still feel the rage of slavery that their great great grandmother lived through. A Jewish child in Germany may still sense the terror of the concentration camp their grandfather barely survived from. So many kids who perhaps live charmed lives compared to what their families underwent are still viscerally affected by the crimes of history.

Considering how there is this tangible prospect that trauma permeates through the people who live through it, how does a society that has been fractured truly heal from the past? Injustice is so powerful it has a life of its own. At what point will we cleanse the horror of how we treat each other and birth a generation that is free from the burden of agony?

Sigh

On that note… have an awsum weekend!

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