Every Tuesday, this little 3 year old girl sits by the windowsill at 7:20 am.
Because the garbage truck is coming.
Where a year ago the large garbage truck with bright flashing light still made a deep impression, it is now something else.
It is no longer about the car itself, but about the garbage collector who drives the big car.
The garbage man who takes the time every week to stop in front of our house.
He stops the car and switches on the light in his cab.
He smiles.
He waves.
He honks.
Weekly.
This guy gets it.
He knows what really matters.
Even in these crazy times...
He takes a moment.
And give it some time.
His attention.
And he connects.
And Fiep gets it.
I don't have to explain anything to her.
This just happens.
She's here. Weekly. And so does he.
Thank you garbage man for doing this.
That you show what really matters.
May you also teach my daughter what real contact is.
What connection is.
Cut through time, appointments, morning rituals and the Paw Patrol episode.
Shall we all create a Fiep garbage man moment this week?
Take your time. And give time.
Make real contact.
Such a small effort, such a big effect.
This morning the garbage collector drove an extra round.
Including extra swing and honk moment.
Hero.