I have very few common interests with my son. He loves watching sports. He also likes decimating tiny lego figures. And he’s fascinated with insects, their anatomy and habits. When he quizzes me on NFL players, I perform abysmally. And my urge to turn his ninja warriors into pacifists is no fun for him. Showing interest in another person’s interests is a gesture of love. And to do so authentically, without force or pretence, is true love. It’s not about the interest –– backgammon, basketball or opera –– it’s about the other person’s zest for it. What it means to them. That is what we’re embracing. It brings you joy. And I like seeing you happy. And there’s nothing more infectious than that. I have little interest in my son’s interests, but I have great interest in him.