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"/>Feminine DNA - Ann McMaster M.A., L.P.C.

LIFE AS IT IS

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Feminine DNA

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Yesterday, on the way home from picking Hayleigh up from school, I asked what her favorite thing was about her day. Without a pause, she said, "Having Neo and Davis chase me around the playground."

Her answer quite naturally led me to ask her what she liked about that. Immediately, she answered, "When they caught me." She had the smile and the twinkle in her eyes that matched her remark.

It took quite an effort on my part not to burst out laughing. I wanted her to keep telling me about her life, so I didn't laugh. I stayed curious and just kept talking naturally.

However, her remark struck a chord.  She's 4 (FOUR) years old. Maybe it's in my blind side, but I don't see either her parents or either set of grandparents behaving this way. So where did she come by behavior that is not obviously modeled? It must be deeply imbedded in feminine DNA – some biochemical code that supports the continuance of the species.

Rudimentarily, men pursue (whether it's a woman, a contract, or a mastodon – masculine DNA); women work it out, so they Get Pursued (mating with the strongest = survival of the species).

Being a woman born in the middle of the last century and living in the beginning of This Century, it strikes me that, while we are not living in a total state of survival, that specific genetic code still governs our preconscious behavior. AND, parallel to that, we are hopefully evolving to a place where there are more conscious options available, as the focus for survival wanes and thriving supersedes.

Partnership, teamwork, relationships – governed by simultaneous tracks – preconscious, unconscious, subconscious, and conscious .. and probably other kinds of consciousness as well. It's no wonder those concepts have difficulty in actual practice. It's a miracle they work as well as they do.

Life As IT Is – constantly evolving.

PS  When looking for a pic of Hayleigh, I ran across this one when she was very young, being held by her Uncle Greg … a hint of "coy" even then.