If I am being honest with myself, I knew when he asked to call me mom, my answer was not coming from a kind and loving place. I knew I was coming from a "you already have a mom, and you are her responsibility, not mine" type of place. And, a place of "you are too much "work" for me."
This morning I received a letter from a fan of my Facebook page named Bobbie Ann Phillips and as I read it I knew instantly this needed to be read by all of you. This is her story and its an honest account of how it feels, of what we don't expect, our fears and... Continue Reading →
Okay, so it is hard... it really is. And, honestly if you haven’t thought to yourself “What the hell am I doing here, or dealing with this for?” at least once, you aren't doing it right. Stepping into, or welcoming someone into a blended family - is much more than just another pound of ground... Continue Reading →
It doesn't matter where the love comes from, it doesn't matter if it’s a bio-parent or a step-parent – as long as there is love being freely given. Someone who gives their time, their energy, their love without any regard for a personal gain – solely to benefit the child. We all get some portion... Continue Reading →
It's not about being a Bio-mom or a Step-mom - it's about being a parent either way. My opinions on this are very strong - because I am both, and my children have both. Our children, my biological, my husbands biological, my ex-husbands biological child from a different relationship and his wife's biological from a previous marriage - do... Continue Reading →
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One day without much notice this little blonde hair baby came totting into my home. Barely able to walk on your own, you were holding your daddy’s hand. My life changed in that moment, almost the same as when you hear the words “you’re pregnant”. Except in my case, I didn’t have nine months to... Continue Reading →
You hear the saying "It takes a Village to raise a child" all the time. Everyone needs help, advice, even a shoulder to cry on when we epically fail, which we all do (even me). I often find myself questioning why I have such an attachment to my StepChild and how its possible that I... Continue Reading →
If three years ago my children came home and said they were calling dads gf Mom, or any variation of it, I would have cringed, possibly even thrown the most immature womanly hissy fit, yelled at my ex, and told my children no way in hell could they or would they call her anything but... Continue Reading →