Monday night, 1:00 AM. I’ve been tossing and turning for close to two hours. M.┬ástarts crying. I let her go for a couple minutes to make sure she isn’t going to put herself back to sleep. When I finally go to her room, as soon as I walk through the door, she rolls over, stops crying, and says in the saddest voice she can muster up, “Binky.” I dig it out from the rolled up corner of her blanket and pop it into her mouth. She smiles, puts her head down, and is back asleep before I have the door closed again. Parenting is just that simple sometimes.