I am a young mom '- not yet 30 '- with four kids who are even younger. I feel young, I look young, but nevertheless, this morning it happened. I was given the dreaded mortified "Mommm... stopppppp!" when I busted a move. Now, I know I am a long way from blowing away the competition on So You Think You Can Dance, but I'm certainly not ready to trade in my dancing shoes for Dr. Scholl's.
The weird thing is how fine the line is between the kid who thinks your dancing and singing is the absolute best thing ever and the kid who thinks it's tantamount to child abuse. For instance, my 14-month-old is constantly getting me into trouble by encouraging my showgirl antics at traffic lights, responding with such utter delight that I couldn't care less who else may be watching. My three-and-a-half-year-old, however, has moved on to proclaiming "Mommies just don't do that."
When cut off by my toddler during an operatic rendition of Play That Funky Music this morning over oatmeal, I have to admit I instantly felt old. Suddenly she was me and I was, well, my mom. She did this too, and it was so annoying and sooo embarrassing. And now, I've become her!
After the rush to the mirror to check for an influx of wrinkles, I was overwhelmed with a sense of compassion for my mom. She was me back then! Why was I embarrassed? She was young, she was cool, she was hip, she was even hot! But to me, she was just acting like a lunatic and had to be stopped. Moms must be seen but never heard (and preferably not seen that much, either.)
And yet, at some point, the tide shifts. Today my mom could belt out whatever MC Hammer tunes she liked, and I would find it hilarious '- cool actually. I guess that's the real comfort in getting older.
Yet, upon some further reflection I have realized that I also have friends who beg me not to sing. So perhaps it's not just a consequence of being a mom after all.