Resistance   This post has been a struggle to write. You might say I’ve been resistant to the very thought of resistance. Tonight at dinner, my grandson was resistant to eating dinner. Even though he’d asked for and received what he wanted, he’d decided in the meantime that he wanted something else. The ensuing negotiation was interesting: “Caleb, you asked for a grilled cheese.” “But, I want a sub sandwich.” “If you eat this, we can have that tomorrow.” “Why can’t I have what I want?” This one had large tears in the eyes. “Because this is what we are having for dinner.” “But I don’t want that.” “You only…