My dad was over for a cup of tea, as he often is, when my oldest came downstairs from where she should have been in bed and said something about "not being able to sleep" It had likely been a long day of juggling the four kids and work and all the rest of it, and I impatiently said something like "well what do you want me to do about it?" and she turned and went back upstairs. My dad sat quietly saying nothing for a moment. He's NOT one to lecture and I've never heard him utter the words "I told you so." When he looked up at me finally, he said, "When I was 10 years old, I was all alone." (He was an orphan) "Sometimes what you need to give them is a reminder that you're here." And I remembered the countless times I had entered my parents bedroom when I couldn't sleep and how I always went to my dad's side of the bed, because I knew what he would say (and what I needed to hear). "I'm right here."