As the little boy struggled to run toward me, his mother seemed a bit embarrassed.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “but he seems to want to come to you. I don’t know why.”
Her 2-year-old son ran to me with his little arms extended and I reached down to pick him up. His mother smiled as she realized that I wasn’t bothered by her son’s eagerness for attention. As the toddler threw his arms around my neck and hugged me tightly, I told her that I found her son delightful.
I don’t know why this little boy was so eager to see me. He and his mother had just arrived to look at a home that I was showing to them. He had certainly never seen me before. But he wanted my attention — and I was delighted to give it to him.
The meeting was only a few minutes. There wasn’t really anything of lasting importance about it. But as I look back over my day Monday, those are the only minutes that stand out as enjoyable and meaningful.

Obama’s delusion about ‘explaining’ illustrates all-too-common narcissism
Material things can be replaced, but loved ones worth far more
Surreal dream wakes, shakes me; which is reality, which is dream?
Police won’t do their job, but they’ll ticket you for doing it for them
You never know when someone needs a hug — to know you care
The hole is always there, but I foolishly hope it’ll just go away
How do we start over and give ourselves parenting we needed?