When I was young, my dad was away a lot fixing airplanes. He'd be gone for weeks at a time to Goose Bay, or Gander, or Labrador.
But at the same time, he was never "absent" in my life, and when my dad was home, he made every effort to be at any event any of us kids were involved in. He was a Beaver (then Scout) leader, he took us camping, canoeing, built us a tree house. All the while, he and my mom both were working and running a home business to try and make ends meet in 1990s Newfoundland - where one had a hard time buying a job.
Yes my father was away, but his return was the spring that kept all of us (my mom included) through the winter of his absence.
Be the spring, KB.