For the first few years of my daughter Emma’s life, we had the kind of relationship most mothers dream about. She ran to me when she was scared, climbed into my lap during movie nights, and insisted that I read the same bedtime story three times before she could fall asleep. Even when she started kindergarten, she still wrapped her arms around my waist every morning before school and said the same thing.
“Mom, promise you’ll be here when I get back.”
