I wanted to climb into the mailbox where I had just dropped in my manuscript and get it out! But I wouldn’t fit. My son was in middle school when I decided to write the book, Being a Great Mom, Raising Great Kids. (The words middle school should give you a heads up that this is not going to be good.) Steven had always been such an easy child to raise. He was compliant, obedient, pleasant, polite, and playful. He’d accepted Christ as Savior, was a good student, and just a joy to be around. Yep. I had done a …
