I Couldn’t Believe My Eyes.
Dylan came downstairs on Saturday morning – morning, not afternoon – 100% showered, clean hair, dressed and ready to go.
We weren’t going anywhere.
Then he did his Saturday jobs – a few simple chores that the kids are required to do once a week. As far as I know, Dylan has never – until this past Saturday – done any of his Saturday jobs without being reminded. And usually by the time he gets around to doing his “Saturday” jobs, it’s Sunday. Or even Monday.
But on this day, he did all of his Saturday jobs immediately.
Then he did his weekly vacuuming. He does one floor one week, one floor the next week. This week was the “upstairs” week – so, without being told, he got the vacuum, took it upstairs, and vacuumed the entire floor.
I was still in my pajamas, unshowered, watching this happen. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
After all of that, Dylan went into the kitchen, took his vitamins and made himself breakfast.
It was a little bit like living with an adult – a mature, responsible adult, who does his part and knows how to take care of himself.
I don’t understand it, but I sure do like it.