My son almost ran in the road, and I had no voice with which to stop him. My story is a literal one, but the analogies I take from it are numerous. My sons were playing outside on a mild January day. I was sick that day, lying in bed, feeling guilty for being sick. (Ah, the perks of motherhood!) I had lost my voice, and my children had been uncharacteristically alarmed by my baritone squawking that morning. My husband…