One day last week, I brought my teenager a surprise. A whopper with cheese and a large Dr. Pepper to eat while he did his homework at school before evening basketball practice. It maaaaay have been a little sneaky. I maaaaaay have had an ulterior motive. I maaaaaay have been using bribery to get one of his rare smiles and a “You’re the best, Mom!” You see, those sweet tender moments are so few and far between anymore. I miss them. I miss HIM. When he came to the car to get his basketball bag from the trunk, his eyes … Continue reading He’s Right in Front of Me, But Sometimes I Miss My Son