Websters defines "Stepmother" as the wife of one's father by a later marriage. Whoever wrote this definition CLEARLY was not awarded the role of being a stepparent. Let me share my definition as one who speaks from experience.
A step mom is*:
- A responsibility. Obviously being a parent is a huge responsibility. Being a step mom is an even bigger job. You are to love this child in your home as your own that in fact is not your own. You are expected to care for her and love her and do for her as you would your own child. If something is needed, you are expected to step in and step up. If, God forbid, something happens to their biological parent, you step up and do what is needed. You do the laundry, cook, clean up their rooms, teach them manners, get them to where they need to be, make their lunches, worry about them, make sure they are in church, arrange play dates, spend your money on them, discipline them, and love them just as if they are your very own child.
-Sacrificing. When I married Daniel, I knew that he and Aubrey were a package deal. If I didn't want to be a step mom, I wouldn't have married him. I CHOSE this life. I have put my career on hold, my dreams, the life I wanted, because of certain situations that have occurred in the past 6 months. I have sacrificed money to make sure Aubrey has new clothes as she grew like a weed this summer, to pay for us to do things, gas to take her places, etc. I have sacrificed time to take her places, spent time doing school work every day so that she continues to learn, gone over Bible verses, read books, made sure she is at soccer, choir, church, and school on time.
-Tough. Or you could say strong. Us step moms put up with a lot. Everyone has an opinion and they are sure to share it. When you have your own kids, you can parent them how you want and if someone doesn't agree with it, they keep their mouth shut. Not the case as a step parent. For some reason, people think they have free reign to critique everything you say and do with your step child.
-Under appreciated. No matter what you do, there are always complaints. Enough said.
-Secure. You have to be secure with yourself to be a step parent. You have to be able to weather the critiques, the rudeness, the belittling, the unappreciativness, etc. and still press on.
-Not a replacement mother. Obviously I am aware I didn't give birth to Aubrey. I've given birth and I know it was only once. I do not attempt to be Aubrey's mom, however I do strive to be there for her just like I will be for Molly Kate. I love her with a special place in my heart and always will. I will always be there for her, to be her friend, her confidant, and anything else she needs me to be. Every girl has a special bond with her mother- I am a mother to a precious little girl, so this I am aware of. I can never take Aubrey's bond with her mother away from her, but she will ALWAYS know that I am next in line to pick her up when she needs it.
Before you critique a step parent, before you choose to complain or bicker over the small things, look at the BIGGER picture. Is it really worth it? Is someone who isn't the parent of your child making sacrifices that THEY DON'T HAVE TO to love your child? Is your baby happy, well adjusted, learning new things, do they always look presentable, do they love their step parent? Then consider letting it go. At the end of the day, it is all about the child, isn't it?
*Not all step moms are the above. I am not by ANY means bragging on myself, but I took it upon myself the second Aubrey came into my life, to love her as I have described above. Many stepparents treat their stepchild very differently than their own child. I NEVER wanted to be that way. I want Aubrey to always know I love her just like I love my Molly Kate. I have sacrificed for her like I will as Molly Kate comes along. I don't expect a thank you anymore; all I ask for is an ounce of respect. I am NOT a nanny or a babysitter. I am a step MOM.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Life Lately
Life lately is well....crazy as always! Fall has officially fallen upon us, along with a plethora of activities. Aubrey started preschool, choir, soccer and Awanas. Daniel and I are taking the Dave Ramsey class, and I am taking a Angela Thomas Bible study on Thursday mornings. We don't have much free time, ever, but I love it that way.
Aubrey is absolutely loving preschool. She gets in the car every day (Well, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday) and fills me in on who she sat next to at lunch, who had Show And Tell that day, who wore what, and which boys she played with (yes, boys). I ask a few more questions about what she actually learned that day, and then it's home for nap time, which she loves even more these days since school wears her out. We are filled in about Huntley almost every day. When Daniel asks about Huntley, Aubrey starts blushing and looks at me with a big grin, so I think it's safe to assume we have our first school girl crush. And it's precious.
On Friday, Aubrey's teacher walked her out to the car. As she buckled her in, she told Daniel and I that Aubrey is a leader in her class, sets a strong example for the other kids, and that we are doing a wonderful job with her. If you know me and our story, this compliment meant SO much to me. I do work very hard with Aubrey at home and it is so rewarding to see it paying off. She is becoming a mannerly little girl that loves the Lord. I can't ask for much more.
Soccer has been fun so far. Aubrey loves her coach and pulls her aside every practice to talk about things like her fish, Myrtle and hermit crab, Henry. (We are lacking some focus obviously). During today's game she ran to tell her coach that we were having a girls night tonight and that she has a Barbie fishing pole. It's probably a good thing Daddy had to work and couldn't make it today. He would have been a little frustrated with the lack of chasing the ball during her game of "chase-the-ball-as-the-older-kids-kick-it".
Molly Kate just began laughing this week. I cannot believe how fast my baby is growing. She is almost 15 pounds now and jumped from newborn to 3-6 month outfits. We are still on NO schedule AT ALL except that bedtime is around 8pm, and she sleeps through the night. I have had it made with that, so I can't complain. I still look at her and if I look too long, I cry. I am so undeserving of such a beautiful, easy, snuggly, sweet baby. God is so so so good to me.
Aubrey is absolutely loving preschool. She gets in the car every day (Well, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday) and fills me in on who she sat next to at lunch, who had Show And Tell that day, who wore what, and which boys she played with (yes, boys). I ask a few more questions about what she actually learned that day, and then it's home for nap time, which she loves even more these days since school wears her out. We are filled in about Huntley almost every day. When Daniel asks about Huntley, Aubrey starts blushing and looks at me with a big grin, so I think it's safe to assume we have our first school girl crush. And it's precious.
On Friday, Aubrey's teacher walked her out to the car. As she buckled her in, she told Daniel and I that Aubrey is a leader in her class, sets a strong example for the other kids, and that we are doing a wonderful job with her. If you know me and our story, this compliment meant SO much to me. I do work very hard with Aubrey at home and it is so rewarding to see it paying off. She is becoming a mannerly little girl that loves the Lord. I can't ask for much more.
Soccer has been fun so far. Aubrey loves her coach and pulls her aside every practice to talk about things like her fish, Myrtle and hermit crab, Henry. (We are lacking some focus obviously). During today's game she ran to tell her coach that we were having a girls night tonight and that she has a Barbie fishing pole. It's probably a good thing Daddy had to work and couldn't make it today. He would have been a little frustrated with the lack of chasing the ball during her game of "chase-the-ball-as-the-older-kids-kick-it".
Molly Kate just began laughing this week. I cannot believe how fast my baby is growing. She is almost 15 pounds now and jumped from newborn to 3-6 month outfits. We are still on NO schedule AT ALL except that bedtime is around 8pm, and she sleeps through the night. I have had it made with that, so I can't complain. I still look at her and if I look too long, I cry. I am so undeserving of such a beautiful, easy, snuggly, sweet baby. God is so so so good to me.
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