I returned her hug and excitedly exclaimed, “Hi, Emily!” Then she stepped back, grabbed my hand, and led me over to one of the sofas in the media center, while asking, “So, what’s your name?” (I wish I could bottle and preserve the exact way she asked. It was just too cute.) After I told her my name, she told me hers, and the conversation continued. At some point, I commented on how funny she was, which led to her telling me about her mom and dad, and how everyone in her family is so funny. We sat there like 2 friends just catching up on life – a 3-year-old and a 27-year-old.
This exchange interrupted my mission. I had things to do. Who knows where I was headed? To get a purchase order signed? To verify something with the Director of Communications? Does it matter? Clearly not, because I can’t even remember. What I do remember is the exchange between Emily and me. It probably took about 5 minutes, but that’s what I remember. Those are the moments that matter.
In the above photo, we were taking a break between “scenes” while I was filming in a 3-year-old classroom, and Connor* was so intrigued with my camera equipment, so I was answering his onslaught of questions, while making a deal to let him press “record” when we started rolling again.
Although I work in a school, I don’t have a ton of interaction with children, but the thing that really means the world to me is when a child unexpectedly runs up to me and gives me a huge hug…especially when I’m just having one of those days. These moments are priceless, and I hope I keep that in mind as much as humanly possible when I have my own little ones, and that I won’t let my “missions” take precedence.
*I’ve changed their names to protect their identities.