I came back from a business trip, and the first thing my seven-year-old son said was, “Don’t go into my room.” Of course, I went in anyway.

myself while packing my suitcase on Monday morning.

But four days was long enough to miss my son’s bedtime stories.

Long enough to miss the way he always asked for one more glass of water after I tucked him in.

Long enough to start feeling guilty every time he asked, “When are you coming home, Mom?”

My seven-year-old son, continue reading …