My presence helped calm her, just like it seems to help Emma.”
His words rang with sincerity, and for the first time, I saw a vulnerability in him that mirrored my own fears. He wasn’t hiding something sinister. He was trying to protect Emma in the only way he knew how.
Relief flooded over me, but so did a renewed determination. Together, we decided to seek professional help for Emma. Perhaps therapy or a sleep specialist could provide the answers we were seeking.
We knew we had to address whatever was troubling her rather than just managing the symptoms. In the days that followed, I realized that being a good parent didn’t mean having all the answers, but rather being willing to face the unknown together. Evan and I were committed to supporting Emma and each other, no matter what challenges lay ahead.
