I mentioned in an earlier post that my wife Becky and I both were working. And we were. Her degree in early childhood education and $31,000 salary plus my $20,000 certified nursing assistant job made ends meet for us and we could do just about whatever we wanted. Something kept nagging at us. Between Becky working days and me working second shift I took the kids to school so I could see them, Becky spent 3-5 hours a night with the kids doing homework. Our family just had no family time together. Apparently God was feeling like we needed some togetherness too because all of a sudden, my wife was fired. She did nothing wrong, other than not be liked by her new boss.
So I tried to pick up more hours at work and tow the line.
Meanwhile, Becky got used to being home with the kids a little more but they still spent all day at school and another 3-5 hours of homework at night. Which left zero time for us to enjoy our kids or for them to enjoy being a kid.
The final straw happened while at a parent teacher conference our daughter’s teacher told us, “Kylie doesn’t know how to read but her reading comprehension is excellent.”
I asked, “how does a kid that can’t read have excellent comprehension, of what she isn’t reading?”
“Well, we read to her,” she replied.
We will skip the other things I said except for I thanked her for being honest and we informed them my children would be attending a private school starting that Friday.
The school demanded we tell them what private education my kids would be receiving and when I stuck to my original answer of privately educated elsewhere the school marked my children as delinquent so they cannot receive a driver’s license until they are 18.
And thus Coons Academy was born. We haven’t looked back.