I should have known when she asked me to wake her before I left this morning. I figured dreams would still be occupying her young mind before 6 am. I’m nearly ready to leave when I hear “mommy,” escape from her with a concerned tone. I head down the hallway to her room to comfort and assure her that I am still here, and I will be home later. I encourage her to go back to sleep and leave her with a loving kiss on her forehead. Just moments later I am greeted in the kitchen by my child with streaming tears. So upset, so sad. She doesn’t want mommy to leave. I promise her I will return tonight and it won’t be long before I won’t have to be gone so often. I tuck her in with daddy and know she will be okay, but I too have an aching heart that she bears such sadness. I am hopeful she will grow out of her separation anxiety. It doesn’t rear it’s ugly head at every departing, just some. She has become more selective about which situations fit the part – that is a good sign.