His Trust In Me

I walked into a stranger’s home.  They didn’t know me.  I didn’t know them.  A very young child, not much older than 1, not close to 2, walked up to me.  He stopped when his little toes were on my toes.  He looked up.  I looked down.  I knew instinctively what he wanted.  But as a parent I know not to assume the right to be comfortable with someone else’s child.  The child didn’t care.  He leaned his whole body onto my legs and hugged me.  I reached down and patted his back, hugging him as best as I could with one hand because my other hand was full.  He looked up and smiled.

His trust in me made me feel like a good human being.