Garbage trucks. Those of you who know my family can guess where I'm going with this.
Garbage trucks are my son's passion, and have been for over a year now. Jonathan (my 4-year-old) is on a first name basis with our garbage truck men (remember Carl the snowman?) Every Tuesday, you can find him waiting all morning at our front window for a little glimpse of trash gliding by our house. And the workers love it, waving like celebrities on parade.
So Jonathan was thrilled when I suggested we pick out a little gift for them. His imagination and generosity kicked into gear as he searched the aisles of Target for that special something, declaring, "This is going to make them SO happy!"
We settled on a shiny, red tower of treats, and Jonathan made a card to go with it. The inside message was dictated by him and written by me:
In case you can't make it out: "Dear Garbage Truck Workers, I want to be a garbage truck driver one day because I really like all the controls inside. Have a Merry Christmas. From, Jonathan"
My favorite part is the top half, where Jonathan wrote:
CA
RL - (Carl, the name of his favorite garbage truck friend!)
Today was THE day, and Jonathan and I stood in the snow, waiting to deliver our gift. The men all said, "Hey Jonathan!" Just like he belongs there. So sweet how they include him. And special to see such natural generosity well up within a little heart.
(By the way, this same darling, generous son woke me up repeatedly last night, refusing to return to his own bed. We seem to be going through some kind of Jekyll and Hyde phase with this child at the moment! Deep breaths, Jamie, deep breaths. It doesn't get any better than this.)
Here's hoping for a magical, "silent" night (i.e - no little midnight visitors) for all of us on this Christmas Eve!
