While in Wal-Mart the other day, I noticed that they are in full Valentine’s Day mode. Candy, cards, flowers, clothing………..which sends a little shiver up my spine. Not because I’m so wild about all the Valentine’s Day commercialism, but because of what happened when I was in Wal-Mart with Aaron several years ago. I decided to share this story again because I realize that many of you haven’t read about that little incident. Plus it’s good therapy for me to write about it……to let it out. I’m actually not in therapy, but after reading this story you may think that I should be.
Aaron and I did our typical entrance into Wal-Mart on that particular day…….which means that Aaron stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of the crossing as we headed to the entrance. He then held out both arms, like a policeman stopping traffic, which garnered all sorts of attention and stares. I told him to stop like I always did, and he told me that he just wanted to be sure the cars stopped, like he always did.
Once in the store entrance, while I got a cart, I looked over and saw Aaron staring up at the security camera. He had a huge smile on his face and was flashing the peace sign with both hands, while I’m sure the security personnel were busily trying to ascertain Aaron’s threat level. Oh brother. I whisked him on into the store, where I gave him the list of do’s and don’ts as he decided to head by himself to the video section. It was mostly don’ts.
Aaron, don’t make the passing gas sound. And you know why. People think it’s you passing gas for real, or worse yet, when I’m with you they think it’s ME. No, it’s not funny.
And no fox whistles. That could get you in some trouble with boyfriends and husbands.
And lastly, as he took off down the aisle, I told him not to run. There he went, walking briskly with both arms swinging furiously and his rear end swaying back and forth. Quite a sight.
I picked up a few things and then headed over to electronics to pick up Aaron. He was going with me to the grocery section. I saw him looking at videos, and after a brief look at whatever new movie he wanted, I took off down the center aisle with Aaron close behind. I wasn’t paying much attention to what was displayed beside us as we walked………right there on the side of that main aisle.
Valentine nighties. Lots and lots of little nighties. Red ones……black ones…….animal print ones. Some with feathers, even, and others with sequins. My internal alarms should have gone off. You see, Aaron is attracted to the unusual……..and these tiny nighties were most unusual to him. But no, I was focusing on peanut butter and tea bags and frozen mixed vegetables…….not on little, very interesting Valentine nighties.
But Aaron noticed them. Oh yes, he did! Something else I didn’t notice was that Aaron had lagged behind me……..quite a ways behind me. Suddenly I heard his unmistakable loud voice saying, “MOM!”
I turned around in the middle of that very wide aisle full of very many people…….and there stood Aaron, a huge smile on his face……..and holding up a little tiger print nightie. A very tiny tiger print nightie. Things seemed in slow motion from that point forward.
“MOM!” he repeated. “YOU NEED THIS!!!!”
I just stood there, sure that most of the people passing me were thinking, “No, young man. Your mom does NOT need that.”
I wished that I was Korah. You remember Korah, of Old Testament fame, who sinned against God and was swallowed up by the earth as punishment. I would have welcomed that.
But there was no escaping my large, very happy Aaron standing there holding this unique very tiny tiger nightie way up high for me and all the other hundreds of people there to see. OK, there weren’t hundreds but I sure felt like there were. What could I do but tell him to hang it up, and turn and walk once again toward the groceries? I couldn’t wait to stick my head in amongst the frozen vegetables to cool my flaming face.
Aaron couldn’t understand my embarrassment at all. He thought that this was a very funny moment but not awkward. Why wouldn’t mom want to look at this cool tiger print little thing? I just told him to trust me on this, and I was very thankful when we were headed home.
No way was I going to tell him that I liked the red one with the feathers better.