Humph. Guess I let it get to me a bit much. He’s learning. He’s figuring out life and and where he stands with us. What he can get away with. Just how many times he can say “No, I’m in charge, Mom” without me calling his Dad.
I know I will never be able to explain to him just how much I love him. Just like I never fully understood when my parents told me over and over, until I became a Mom. To think that God loves us all like we love our children; its a humbling thought.
I may have a child that puts on a stink face *almost* every time I tell him to do something lately. One who knows that I hate to take the iPad away as a punishment, because lets face it, it totally screws me. One who sings Kid Rock, shakes his bootay and knows every character on Family Guy.
But I love him like crazy. And I will try my hardest to make sure he knows it every single day. Because that’s what Mommy’s do.