When Max was little, he used to love trucks. He was especially fond of trash trucks, which weren’t automated in those days. The trash man had to pick up the cans and empty them into the truck. The whole operation was very noisy.
Every Thursday morning, at the sound of the truck in front of our house, Max would scream excitedly: “TASH TUCK!” We would stand at the window to watch.
One day, the driver noticed Max at the window. He was a big black guy in a sanitation department uniform, wearing a cap and gloves. The guy waved, and smiled. I can still see his face, lit up by the dazzling grin.
I said something like, “Look honey, the guy is waving to you!” Max nearly had a heart attack from sheer joy.
What a great trash guy! What a great moment! I have always treasured it, like so many others, small moments that make up your life as a mother. You think they’ll stretch out ahead of you into the future – forever.
I called a hot-line tonight, for the first time. A very nice lady named Ginger was there to help. I wish she could fix everything.