Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Does Mae Mae's Mom Got It Going On?

Just for the record, I'm no Mrs. Robinson. I know my limitations, I realize that I am in my early forties and happen to be stumbling upon my much anticipated twenty five year high school reunion. But today, for a brief moment, I felt what she felt.

It had been a long day, the first after the Labor Day Weekend. To help myself feel better I decided to wear something that screamed summer, a pink and orange above the knee prAna razorback dress, because even though it is September, the temperatures here are still climbing into the mid nineties and every year I mourn the end of the season.

My theory has always been that hard days don't feel as bad if you know you look good and for some reason it seemed like I just couldn't catch up with my schedule. When I finally I stepped out of the office a few minutes after six, I still had no idea what I was serving for dinner, thinking I would just run into Kroger and it would come to me like a thought cloud above my head.

For once I didn't have a six year old hanging off my hip or droopy mom hair and I might have actually passed for a bustling twenty something double stepping it into the dairy to pick up some half and half for tomorrow morning's coffee. As I was trying to get through the milk aisle I got stuck behind another mom who was equally as annoyed that Kroger was sold out of the half gallon creamer cartons. That's when I noticed I was being sized up and down by a trendy young man on the other side of the refrigerator section.

A second earlier he had stepped back to let me pass and I caught him peeking at me while I opened and closed the glass doors. As I walked on past, I heard the woman call out to him and realized that he was her son. He had stepped away from her to make it appear to me like he was shopping on his own, not with his mom. I tried to contain my laughter as I walked away, realizing that he couldn't have been older than nineteen or twenty.

I can't remember the last time I turned the head of a teenager and even though I am probably old enough to be his mom, that boy put a spring in my step and was the highlight of my day. Walking out of Kroger with a satisfied smile on my face, I felt myself put on a little strut as the words to "Stacy's Mom Has Got it Going On" ran through my mind!
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