I travel for my job. Not as much as some friends I work with, but more than others. And not as much as those parents that need to leave for really extended times…members of the military and foreign service, folks on ships and rigs, actors on sets in Toronto (isn’t every movie filmed in Toronto?) and so many others. There are also plenty of nights when I have to work so late that I miss bedtime and might as well be in Toronto.
Every night away can feel like one too many. Here’s the truth, though. My kids are fine. Sometimes they miss me and, frankly, sometimes they don’t. Continue reading