Aaron went to the Goddard Day School for three years, graduating from there at the age of 21. His teacher, Tom, was just wonderful with Aaron and with all the students. Tom would have one-on-one time with each student. He would fix tea, sit with each one, and just talk and connect. Tom called that time Tea with Tom.
When Aaron was a senior and ready to graduate, he was allowed to quit going to school earlier than those students who weren’t seniors. Tom was still teaching, so one day he contacted me and asked if he could have one more Tea with Tom time with Aaron. He said he would come to our house, so we agreed on a day for Tom to come.
On the morning Tom was to arrive, I had things ready for our Tea with Tom. Tom wanted me to join him and Aaron. Gary was at work, even though he had a bad cold, and couldn’t be there for our tea time. That little detail about Gary having a cold is important.
So is the fact that off our kitchen, down a couple little steps, is a guest bedroom. And a small bathroom. Because of Gary’s bad cold which made him cough all night, he had been sleeping in that guest bedroom. This is another important detail to know.
Tom, Aaron, and I were enjoying our tea as we sat at the kitchen table. Aaron was full of non-stop talking, as always, and Tom was his usual patient self.
Tom turned to me at one point and asked if he could use our bathroom. I pointed him in the direction of the small bathroom. As he headed that way, he saw the bedroom and for some reason he commented about it.
“I didn’t know you had a bedroom there,” Tom innocently said.
And before I could even reply, Aaron answered.
“Yeah,” he flatly replied to Tom. “That’s where my Dad sleeps. He doesn’t sleep with my Mom anymore.”
There it was, on the table……like a family secret thrown out there for Tom to know.
I was horrified. Mortified.
I looked at Tom, my face flaming at this point. But Tom had turned and was heading for the bathroom.
“It’s not that way,” I somehow managed to say.
“You don’t have to say a thing,” Tom answered.
“YES, I DO!!!!” I blurted out.
So I explained Gary’s cold…..and his coughing……and his thoughtfulness in sleeping in the guest bedroom so as not to bother me……and that he and I were fine.
Why was I having this conversation with a man??!!
And Aaron, as usual, was oblivious to my embarrassment and to Tom’s discomfort with the direction this conversation had taken.
When Tom returned, our Tea with Tom resumed. We chuckled and nothing else was said about this family secret, at least not that I remember.
Some things are best forgotten.
Some things still make us laugh, years later.
And Aaron…..nothing much escapes his notice.
And he will tell it…..sometimes yell it.
Every. Single. Time.