Dear Step Mom,
You were never part of the plan.
I never dreamed of a day that someone else would mother my kids. I’m sure you didn’t either.
I’m sure in your dreams you met a man, fell in love, and made beautiful babies together. But instead you have mine. That can’t be easy.
It can’t be easy for you to look at them and sometimes see me.
It can’t be easy knowing someone shares something so special with your husband.
It can’t be easy feeling like second best sometimes.
I get it. I want you to know that I get it. I understand how arduous your roll as step mom must be.
You are making a choice everyday to wake up and parent kids that aren’t yours. To cook for them, to hug them, to read to them, to make them giggle, to teach them things I can’t.
That fact is not lost on me. I can’t look at you and not clearly see the burden you have accepted.
Being a mother for the last decade has taught me many things and has opened my eyes to all of my faults. I know first hand that kids are exhausting and unrelenting. I know there are days you think you can’t take another minute.
So I am grateful to you for being patient and loving in those moments. I’m ever thankful for you showing up day after day, fit after fit, mess after mess. For not walking out the door on the tough days because I know there are many.
Thank you for loving my children. They deserve love, so much love, and if that is what they get from you, how could I ever be mad?
It’s impossible for me to hate someone that is loving my children and working towards giving them a happy and fulfilled life.
Because that is what’s important to me.
And if my kids matter to me, that means you matter to me.
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