I often reflected on all those human development theories that I was then studying. I pondered all the myths and oral traditions of those whom supposedly knew everything about “raising kids”. I applied myself into discovering even the most insignificant piece of common sense in all the puzzle that then represented the raising and education of my daughter. Would my girl be a spiritual being who came into this planet to live a human experience as motivation speakers used to say? Had she arrived to this world with the “tabula rasa” of Rousseau ready for me to mold her life, personality and destiny? Should I follow to a “t” the advice suggested by “ bestseller #1 in history: the Bible? Or should I replace the biblical study with practical advice from “bestseller # 2″: “Baby and Child Care” by Dr Benjamin Spock? Or maybe all her destiny was already pre-determined by an astral letter or the lines of her hand?
Would I need to seriously analyze Nostradamus prophecies to discover her future? Would her temperament be designated sanguine, phlegmatic, melancholic or choleric as detailed by Hippocrates? Would she carry for life the traumatic baggage of the Freudian cult? Would she inherit the collective unconscious that Jung suggested, or would she share with all the Americans the manifest destiny of Monroe? Would the genetic characteristics of her personality be predetermined and reinforced by the double helix of DNA exposed by Watson and Crick or would she find herself affected by the karma of my mistakes and those of my ancestors?
