Step mom. It’s a horrible term. Feels like stepped on mom, which is a horrible thought. And frankly, sometimes it feels that way. Not because of the son, no he’s great. But just because of the situation. Sometimes I can’t help it but be the 6th wheel. It’s normal. My other son (you may call this step son, but I hate stepped on son as much as I hate the idea of stepped on mom, so there you go) comes to see his dad and siblings, I’m a consolation prize. Not sure he sees me as that, but that’s what I’m going with.
The taxation of preparing for the visit of my other son (did I mention he lives in Canada) is totally way more taxing than the actuality of it all. I always create these awkward situations in my head, but in reality he fits into our family like a perfect puzzle piece. Yet I can’t help but feel totally stressed that everything is going to go horribly wrong every time. I mean, this kid is trying to find his place in our home, and frankly I’m not quite sure if he thinks we are total nut bags or not. my husband is trying to have a relationship with his son, my kids are trying to figure out how to have a brother they only see twice a year, and I’m trying to show this kid I’m here for him without being overbearing, pushy, or a total weirdo…Yes, I’m just trying to keep everyone from being squashed, including me.
Cumbersome, that is the only word I can think of. Like a large box that you just can’t get your arms around to get a good handle on. So what am I? I don’t know exactly, maybe I never will…Sometimes I may even be stepped on (even by my own husband and kids). And don’t even come at me with ‘Bonus Mom’, that is even too cheesy for me (and that’s saying something). I’m just going to keep being and thinking like a mom, and the rest will work itself out.