Quarter of one hour. 15 minutes to spare with my son. I had worked the whole weekend for the sixth grade students at an economically disadvantaged elementary school in Richardson, Texas. I never stopped working. In that 15 minutes, I even read a book related to my lesson plan with my son. My stomach felt like it had a iron thirty pound shot of guilt put in it. But I sucked it up....looking into his lost blue eyes... it was for the kids, right? Then, it happened. Afterschool, I was staying late again this time to try to bond with an unruly child in my classroom. As I cocked my shoulder back to toss a perfect spiral. As the football left my hand... I thought..waiting for the catch. This is so wrong. I"m stuck at school to play football with someone else's son. I'm doing the same thing this parent is to my son. I need a change. The universe listened. I left the high pressure cooker of ACE that year for a uneasy Christmas. The next year I tried teaching again close to home.. Disaster. We we're both struggling. I teaching, he academically. Then, my son's autism diagnosis made things move faster. I quit teaching public school and started homeschool. My wife and I gave up every security we had up for his education. It's been 5 years since. And the fun we have together with our time homeschooling is beyond description. If there's a dad out there following me that wants to make a change on a smaller scale. Do it. Put #familyfun on your agenda forever. Leave a comment and I have someone on LinkedIn I can hook you up with for the help.you need. #dadlife #chasehappiness #familyfirst @natdaycal #celebrateeveryday https://www.instagram.com/p/ClbhXhcOc82/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
