I am a Stepmom. It’s been quite a journey that I’ve walked in the past 11 years. I had to learn fast how to parent, as when you become a Stepmom, it happens in a day. There is no 9 months to prepare and you begin from infancy. You simply say “I do” and boom, you are a Stepparent. Just like that, you have a role in children’s lives that will last forever.
I do not take this title of Stepmom lightly, it’s up there with the my other titles like Wife and Mom. Walking this journey with my stepchildren has been smooth at times and rough at others. We have moved past the younger kid years as well as the tween years. The tween years were interesting, that’s all I’ll say about that. We have officially moved into the teen years as of almost 4 years ago. One is almost 17 and the other is almost 15.
Today was a big day. The older one got his drivers license in the mail. He does not live with us at this time, but has been stopping by to visit more often lately. Today he wanted to eat my food (chicken casserole with crunchy cornflakes baked on top), work out with his Dad’s gym equipment, chat with the kids, show me his new drivers license, and wait for me to drive with him to work.
The younger one, he does live with me, so it was life as usual. I like to write out funny little stories about my kids and post them on Facebook. I love to look back and laugh. Because life is more funny when you look back, things seem easier when you are not in the midst of it. This was my post today…
“This one. He wanted this picture on fb.
His room has been smelling worse and worse every day for the past week. I couldn’t figure it out. I thought maybe Cameron had left a wet towel in the laundry basket so I did all his laundry last night. Still smelled.
Today I told Asher, “It’s room cleaning day. You can open a window to. It’s ENCOURAGED that you open a window.”
In the midst of cleaning his room he comes and brings me 2 plastic bags filled with wet and muddy clothes, shoes and towel included, from last weeks camping trip.
That’s the smell. He said, he forgot about them, and that he thought it was fine to keep them in his room.
That pretty much sums up life with boys. ” 😁
Our blended family is perfectly imperfect. It’s just everyday life and we add more memories to the pile.