When was the last time a child crawled into our lap and we read a book together? The last time we held a hands as you walked them to school. The last time I put a band-aid on a skinned knee. I can’t remember that last day I worried about my children biking unsteadily in the street. When was that day? What was I thinking? Was I happy? Was I present or was I worried I needed to start dinner? I don’t remember.