The Little Asian in my Corner

I just had this exchange with my six-year old, Max, who was the only only kid left at the dinner table. My oldest son had just finished eating and was trying to convince me to let him purchase, download and play a computer game I hadn't yet researched in the fifteen minutes we had before leaving for youth group. Sam and I went back and forth an exhausting number of times before he surrendered and walked away.

As soon as Sam was out of the room, Max sighed and said: Don't worry Mom. You're a good Mom.

Me: Oh yeah? Why do you say that?

Max: Because you say no to stuff, like you're supposed to. That's what good moms do. They say no to stuff that's wrong. Don't worry.

All the while sighing and shaking his head like he could feel my exhaustion and was empathizing.

And it made me feel better.