I don’t expect his nearly 11-year old heart to understand all of my decisions. What I do expect is for him to trust me. To know that the decisions I make on his behalf are because I love him. But he still struggles when I won’t let him watch a certain something on TV or spend the night at a friend’s house whose family I know nothing about or tell him to put his iTouch away during his little brother’s baseketball game or let him have a computer in his room with unmonitored internet access. Is this child crazy? A computer in his room? Over my freakin’ dead body. What? Being a mom isn’t easy. I say no alot when many other moms are saying yes. He has to do chores around the house without getting paid. I am teaching him to open the door for me and look for ways to serve me so that he can learn how to treat his future wife one day by serving her. I expect him to make eye contact, give a firm handshake and say, “Nice to meet you” when he is introduced to someone. I figure he’ll thank me one day. In about 15 years or so. Until then, I’ll just keep being a mean mom.