Navigating Cute Boys and Frogs

Moms Know Best (Lindsey’s POV)

     The next morning I wake up to someone nudging me in the shoulder, “hey girl I have to head out, I promised my mom I would go to breakfast with my grandparents.” Aria whispers. I smile and wave her off. Just as she gets to the door I start to turn over to go back to sleep when she stops, “ About last night, Logan is clearly a jerk, but maybe you found a new Prince Charming after all?” She smiles and slips out of my room.

     After Aria came out and found me last night, I dragged her back to her car to take us home. She had only had that one shot and one drink when we first arrived, so she was good to drive since it was late into the night and had sobered up from all the grinding on the dance floor. She wanted to go back into the party and “kick Logan where the sun don’t shine,” but I promised her a million times I was over it and let’s just go. We spent another hour sitting on my bed deconstructing the whole night. To my amazement I found I wanted to talk more about Jonas than I did Logan.

       I’m not really sure what that means just yet and I don’t really want to over analyze it. Jonas  was clearly over confident and judging by all the girls watching him last night, he will be all the rage once school starts again. I can’t help but smile thinking about him defending me last night, not to mention the blush I’m getting thinking about the way we danced together. 

     Ruining my train of thought my mom yells up the steps, “Lindseyyyy come have breakfast with me before I leave.” I jump out of bed not bothering to change out of my blue sleep shorts and tank top and trudge to the bottom of the stairs. My mom is sitting at the island sipping her coffee doing the crossword puzzle from the newspaper. She’s already dressed in her scrubs ready to go to the hospital. My mom, Sharon, works a lot of  over time hours trying to support us, but every Sunday we try to have breakfast together to catch up on the week. 

     “How’s the crossword going, mom?” I ask as I pour a cup of coffee for myself. She looks up smiling, “Someday I’m going to finish it all in one sitting, how was your party last night sweet girl?”

     “Ehh it was okay, that boy I thought I liked turned out to be a bust though.” I shrug my shoulders looking out the kitchen window. 

    “Well the good news is atleast you learned that before you got too deep baby girl. You’re beautiful, someday someone is going to come along and you will realize you can’t live without him, and vise versa.” She wraps me in a hug and kisses the top of my head. “Come on let’s eat these eggs and bacon before they get cold and you can tell me about how much of fool Aria looked like on the dance floor.” She chuckles.

    I laugh too, Aria is like a second child to my mom, she spends most days at our house and usually ends up staying the night too because her parents are so busy with her new baby brother who’s only a couple months old. He was a surprise baby and Aria loves him so much, but she enjoys getting a full night sleep and not having to wake up to his crying every couple hours. I tell my mom all about our dancing escapades, laughing with her when I tell her about Aria doing the running man repeatedly. 

     Things get quiet and I finally choke out, “I did meet this boy last night, nothing really happened but we talked and danced.” My mom pulls her eyes away from the crossword and says,” that’s all you’re going to tell me?” 

     “For now” I smile at her. She laughs then gets up to start cleaning up her dishes. “Don’t worry about it mom, I’ll clean it up. Have a good day at work.”

      “Thanks baby girl. It’s going to be a late one tonight, I’m going to leave money for pizza on the counter if you get hungry later. Text me if you decide to go anywhere.” She kisses me on the forehead, grabs her purse and heads out the door. “I love you Lindsey, be good!” She yells over her shoulder. I yell I love you back but she’s already out the door. 

    I finish my breakfast and then wash up the dishes while I think about my mom. She’s always been like my best friend and the bond we have makes me smile to myself. Most kids these days don’t tell their parents anything and I just think about how lucky I am to be able to talk to my mom about my friends and boy problems. Someday I hope she finds someone worth settling down with again, so she can stop working so much over time and relax a little. She thinks the only way she’s going to meet someone is if they come into the hospital because she doesn’t have time for anything else besides work, me, and her bed. Crossing my fingers, I head upstairs and grab a shower before I decide what I’m going to do today.