06/13/2026
A Neighbour Who Notices
There was a lot of noise coming from outside this afternoon.
Not angry noise.
Not arguing.
Joy.
It would get loud, then quiet, then loud again.
Eventually, curiosity got the better of me and I looked out the window.
There, in front of the garage, was a tiny little hockey net. Maybe two feet tall.
And standing beside it were Grandma and Grandpa, each holding a hockey stick.
Their grandson was out there too.
I don’t know these neighbours very well, but I do know they’ve lived in that house for decades. They’re the originals. And over the years I’ve often seen them spending time with this little guy.
What struck me wasn’t the hockey.
It was the attention.
For a few minutes, nothing seemed more important than being right there with him.
Laughing.
Playing.
Cheering him on.
Making him feel seen.
We hear a lot about grand gestures these days.
But I suspect childhood is built from moments like this.
A tiny hockey net.
Two engaged grandparents.
A little boy who knows he’s loved.
And a neighbour smiling from her window.
Jeunesse Pearson 🍁 Curious Human