Mother's Day Special, Under My Mother's Feet
It all started so innocently., where Lincoln Loud is 12 years old (in the 6th Season and Current) As the middle child and only son with 10 sisters because For a week, My Son avoided Me, which wasn’t all that hard since I was a waitress at two different restaurants. As a kid, it was tough being alone a lot with I always working. As he got older, he cherished the freedom it allowed him to have. Now? All he could think about was I busting my ass for the past 18 and all he has to show in return is a stack of rejection letters.
“You’re STILL on the couch?” I loudly asked as I came home from another double shift. Lincoln had been on the couch reading a Comic Book about Ace Savvy Series when I left this morning, and my Son guess he never really made a move after that.
“Son, that much your Comic books are not healthy on Mother's Day or not.”
and Lincoln was right, but nothing in my tone came across as parental lecturing. Me and my son have always felt more like friends or siblings than mother and son. Him and his Friends spenting Aracade Night at the place. I wanna trust Lincoln and never talks down to Lincoln like a child. I'm his best friend Which made it so much harder that i had to confess. I didn’t want to let her down, but i couldn’t avoid it forever.
“Move over, at least. My feet are killing me.”
as my Son watched me cross the living room toward Lincoln with my medium-length, voluminous blonde hair and my fresh signature outfit consists of a salmon-colored (pinkish-red) button-up shirt with a white collar and cuffs, paired with dark mauve or purple pants. Enough of HIS friends had joked for me to know that He's “the friend with the hot mom.” She’s 36, slightly tan, and as his friend Clyde once described, has a “sleeper build.” my son obviously can’t look at Me that way, but He never did understand why I've been single for pretty much my whole life as I plopped down with a dramatic flourish and dropped my feet onto the coffee table. I still had my filthy work shoes on. I looked at my son curiously.
“Hey Mom…” Lincoln croaked out as He sat upright, clearing room for me on the other half of the couch.
"What's wrong Lincoln? You sound serious.”
I always knew when something was bothering my Son. As he stumbled through his confession about not getting into college, I scooted closer and leaned shoulder to shoulder with Lincoln with such warmth and understanding. "Lincoln, It's okay... Me and my Husband will never-ever disown you for Foster Care.”
and now My Son was pleased. “T-thanks, Mom. I just feel so bad for being kind of a…”
next I smiled as Lincoln was frozed. “Mooch? A failure, maybe? A complete disappointment of a son?” the word stung...
“I’m kidding. It’s really not that big of a deal. We’ll figure everything out in due time... You’re not mad at me?”
"Oh well... I was frustrated..." she grinned wickedly. “You’re definitely gonna have to make it up to me.” Lincoln was confused.
“Oh… okay. How?”
Before i could blink, Lincoln felt my feet land roughly in his lap, filthy shoes and all.
“You can start by giving your sweet mama the best foot rub on Mother's Day.”
He gulped, but Lincoln only hesitated for a moment before obeying what would be the first of endless commands I would give him and The first thing Lincoln noticed was that I didn’t take my shoes off That shouldn’t have mattered. I just worked a double. I was exhausted. But normally, the second I hit the couch, the shoes came off and I sigh like the house itself had forgiven her and Tonight, they stayed planted firmly on his lap.
“Don’t look so terrified,” I laughed, leaning back and stretching her arms over the couch cushion. “I’m not initiating you into a cult. It’s just a foot rub.”