On Wednesday night Aaron wanted to play a game, like he does
every night of his life......and since I was too sleepy to feel like I could
stay awake to read a book, I agreed to a game of Tri-Ominos with Aaron. Does that sound self-serving? I also agreed to a game because I do love
Aaron, but sometimes I don't like spending time with Aaron. That may have sounded worse. Well, anyway, some nights I just don't have
it in me, or I really don't have the time, to sit at the table and play a game
with Aaron. Because it's not just
playing a game..........it's listening to his non-stop talking on most nights
about a movie or a favorite game.........and listening to him thump on the
table with his hand...........and listening to him whistle.......and listening
to him clap.......and listening to him slurp out of his water bottle........
But Aaron can also be very funny and insightful and
interesting. I've beaten him several
times recently in Tri-Ominos, so he was absolutely thrilled when our first game
went by quickly and he BEAT Mom 171-25!!!!
Of course, he wanted to play again and since we had time and I had no
easy way out, I agreed. This second game
went by much slower, naturally. His talk
of clone armies and squads and drones and I don't even remember what else was
definitely having an effect on me. I
could NOT stop yawning and rubbing my eyes.
I was in a haze when I saw that Aaron had reached over and picked up my
cardboard coupon from Bath and Body Works.
It was actually two coupons, with the serrated line between them.
I have to explain that Aaron, who clips all of my grocery
coupons, can sniff out a coupon from another room. I had a little stack of restaurant and other
store coupons laying there on the table.
I keep them in a box in the van so I have them when I need them, and I
had set these aside to take to the box later.
I've told Aaron and told Aaron that I don't want many of those coupons
to be clipped. I prefer to store a sheet
of those coupons in my box, for instance, instead of having 15 little cut
coupons getting lost in the box. Aaron's
radar went right to the Bath and Body coupons with the serrated line that was
just screaming at him. TEAR ME
APART!...........is what it was saying to Aaron. I looked over at Aaron through another yawn
and saw that he held that little coupon strip in his hand, staring down at it
with his motive clear. YES, I WILL TEAR
YOU APART!........is what Aaron was saying to the coupons.
Now I realize this is no big deal, but you must understand
that if you give Aaron an inch, he will take a mile..........clipping
everything with lines on it along the way.
On Sundays, I have taken out some of the coupons from the newspaper
insert that I don't need in order to lessen his coupon cutting load. But if he finds them, he gets irritated and
insists on taking them so he can cut them out.
He doesn't care that I won't use them.
They have lines and they MUST be cut!!!
Can you spell r-i-g-i-d
r-o-u-t-i-n-e-s?
So when I saw him with my Bath and Body coupon strip, my
haze suddenly cleared and I told Aaron to put my coupons down, even as he was
already starting to bend them at that screaming serrated line. It took him a few agonizing seconds to put
them back over in the little coupon stack where they belonged. He so very much felt the need to tear those
coupons apart. I explained, as usual,
that I didn't want those coupons torn apart.
"But Mom," he countered, "they have that line where
they're supposed to come apart."
No, Aaron, they don't HAVE to come apart. But my words did nothing to settle that
conflict in his head about the purpose of that serrated line. He thought that Mom was certainly ridiculous
to not have torn the coupons apart already, and he was here to set this matter
straight. Several more times during our
final game of Tri-Ominos I saw him with the coupons in his hands, and each time
I told him no........do not tear the coupons apart. Finally, he reached across the table and
handed me the little coupon strip. He
knew that the pull to tear those coupons apart was too strong to resist, so he
handed me the coupons in an effort to rid himself of this strong
temptation.
"You just can't resist tearing the coupons apart, can
you, Aaron?" I asked. And he
agreed that he could not resist.........so there, Mom! Take them!
I kept the tempting coupons with me for the rest of the game, out of
Aaron's reach, and when we were through with our game I put them back in the
stack of coupons waiting to be taken to the van.
The next morning, Aaron got up and soon joined me at the kitchen
table. We talked for a few minutes about
how he slept and about his upcoming day.
I was reading the paper as we talked, absorbed in juggling Aaron's
conversation with what I was reading.............when I heard it. It was the soft but unmistakable sound of
something being torn apart at a serrated line.
Zzzzzzzip. My head jerked up and
there sat Aaron, smiling broadly as he held those little Bath and Body
coupons.......one in each hand. He had
torn them apart, of course. His smile
was not one of meanness, but instead was one of relief, almost. His purpose in life...........for that
moment.........had been fulfilled. The
coupons were no longer tormenting him to tear them apart. The deed was done! The mission accomplished!
Of course, I fussed at him and tried to correct
him.......all the while knowing that he absolutely could not restrain himself
from carrying out the purpose of that serrated line. This is part of the complexity of Aaron. I would say charm, but sometimes it's
anything BUT charming...........although these acts are often amusing as I look
at Aaron's gleaming eyes and big smile.
That afternoon he called me from his day group. He had actually called several times during
the day, but I wasn't able to answer then.
When I did pick up the phone, the very first words out of his mouth,
spoken with great feeling, were, "I couldn't reach you!"
No hello or anything...........just, "I couldn't reach
you!"
Bingo, I thought!
Aaron, most of the time I can't reach you either! And I have some torn apart coupons to prove
it!
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