I grew up in an army family, I had several long hospital stays as a small child and my secondary education was at boarding school.
As an adult I learned just how hard these absences were for my parents, especially my mother whose father ded when she was 6.
Yet my sisters and I always remained close to our parents. I think it was because they always let us fly, they gave us autonomy, waved us off, but always welcomed us back.
I have tried to do that with my own DC and so far it has worked.
The King is to resume some duties.