I wouldn't worry about that. The fact that you will have so much time to be involved in his life will more than offset any concerns you may have over the work ethic argument. You can actually use it as an example of how you don't have to work all your life if you live your life the right way.
Yes, but the little darlings grow up and new issues crop up. I've had a couple of situations recently that illustrate what OP is asking about.
Youngest son (17, but was 11-12 when I stopped working) has been struggling a bit with AP Chemistry and has developed a bit of a negative attitude about it. Like his older brother he's very intelligent, which is good, and he's always done well in school just because he's darn smart. But that last part has bitten both of them on the backside when they face a academic challenge that they can't overcome with just good looks and natural intelligence. He's frustrated that past patterns of behavior (go to class, do the homework and be done) aren't earning him the straight A's he has always had in the past.
So, I've been dealing with a teenager who thinks, "it's the teacher's fault, she just doesn't know how to teach the subject so that I can understand it." Which I've been countering with, "No, it's just that you're not putting in the amount of study time, over and above what's assigned as homework, to improve your performance."
Two recent conversations, one just the night before last, made me realize that he just doesn't remember Dad as the guy who worked his tail off to be a success at w*rk.
In the first conversation I was talking about the challenge of overcoming the situation; he surmised that if I were facing the same challenge I would be just as frustrated as he, and would want to quit as well. He was genuinely surprised at my answer. "Quit? Are you kidding me? I would rather die than quit anything. No, it would be like my mission in life to kick that class's butt." I didn't really think much about it then, I guess I just figured that the kid must be a little dense to not realize that his dad was a type-A, over-achieving, uber-competitive workaholic.
And then, a couple of nights ago, he asked, "Did you ever have to bring work home?" My jaw actually dropped and I almost asked him if he were on drugs. But then it dawned on me,
he just doesn't remember.
For me, this is a timely thread, because I'm pondering the issue today.