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For years, my husband traveled the world for work as an airline pilot. He would call, text, and send photos from Hong Kong, Germany, and beautiful resorts. At home, I juggled four kids ages 2 to 11. There was homework help, cheerleading drop-offs, and potty training. I handled all the meals, bedtimes, and daily routines on my own. I would have loved traveling alongside him, but I treasured those years with my kids.
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