It’s 12:08. On any particular day, a month ago, I’d be sitting next to my son at our kitchen table, and we’d be eating our sandwiches, talking about the video games we might play that day. These days, it’s back to giving my son a hug and a kiss in the morning, then not seeing him until I’m home after work.
For a good portion of 2012, I was a stay-at-home dad. I did almost everything with my three year old son: eat, play, write, and sometimes, god willing, nap. I’m not here to tell you that it was a perfect world being home with my son day-in and day-out. I’m not here to say that it was easy. But I’m here to tell you that if I could do it again, I would.