It’s been several years ago since I was standing in the kitchen getting ready for a graduation open house that I heard something I never thought I would live long enough to hear—nothing. I wasn’t home alone.  All three of my children were in the next room.  They weren’t sleeping or engrossed in TV or a video.  Jamie was reading, Jill was sorting through some old pictures and Josh driving a race car on his X-box.  Unbelievably no one took  ...