When I was a teenager, I can distinctly remember coming back from the Y where I had just sweated it out with a bunch of seniors in step aerobics class to “Mony Mony” by Billy Idol.
There’s nothing like being seventeen and singing “Cause you make me feel like a pony” along with 80-year-olds.
I would get home and my mother would say something like, “You look so fabulous!”
And I would think, “Seriously, WHAT is wrong with this woman?! I rode a pony with seniors and sweated my balls off. I really do not look even close to fabulous.”
And there were other times when she would say things like, “I am so proud of you. I’m just in awe of the person you are becoming.”
And again – I would think, “I am seriously concerned about this woman. She is delirious. In awe?! Of what exactly? The fact that I can drink seven Diet Coke’s in one sitting? That I just got my picture in the town paper because I won a typing award? My incredible ability to write notes in algebra class while simultaneously solving equations? What exactly do I do that is awe worthy?”
I probably uttered, “Whatever mom. I’ll be in my room.”
But now I sort of get it.
Because I watch my 7-year-old Dylan and her abilities as a very underpaid mini au pair.
The joy she derives from her younger siblings and the kindness she shows them is just so sweet. I’m continually amazed. Just last night – she shared her dessert after I took away Summer’s because of very poor behavior. Yup. She split her ice cream in half so Summer could still have dessert.
There is just something about Dylan. She takes care of her siblings.
Now I don’t think Dylan always looks gorgeous. To be honest, she has two adult teeth coming in that are the size of California and I’m mildly concerned. But she is a beautiful young lady.
On the inside. And the outside.
And I’m in awe of the person she is becoming.