I’ve been mulling over the idea of writing a submission for Mom Monday for a couple weeks now. It’s been one of those things that when I am driving in the car alone I start crafting it in my head or when I put my little girl to bed I know that our story isn’t all that unique but still deserves to be told.
I began following TMD in December 2011. At the time I wasn’t a mom myself, but an old high school friend started writing for the blog and I always enjoyed reading her writings. Over time I found that I enjoyed the writings of all the ladies on the site and I found that I visit the site at least once day so that I don’t miss anything new. I have picked up a few things that I’ve been able to share with my sister who has two little boys and I’ve changed my opinion on things that I hoped one day in the future I’d be able to use myself.
About two and a half months ago I became a mom. My story is a bit different than many of those here, in that I didn’t give birth to the two kids that call me mom. It’s not adoption either that brought us together. I started seeing a guy that has two kids. Things got serious quick (as they can with two adults with histories like ours and know when we’ve found the right thing) and after a bit I met his children. The kids include a bright little boy who is 8 and a darling little girl who will be 2 in just a couple weeks.
I never expected to meet the children so quickly or become attached to them as quickly as I did. In hindsight, it doesn’t surprise me really as I’ve always gravitated to kids. I wanted kids of my own but it apparently wasn’t in the cards until now. We have Rosalie full time and are in the process of ending a CPS investigation and going through the courts for full legal and physical custody (which is a few stories in and of itself.) We have Nick every other weekend and half the summer. Nick’s other family including his BM is great and we often will do things such as go to the movies or dinner as one big family.
I know things won’t always be easy. Things have a way of being difficult with blended families as they do with natural families but I know that I’m in it for the long haul. I will never abandon this family, and the two kids that call me mom will always have me. I will protect, love, nurture, and help raise them just as I would any child that came from my belly.
I’m thankful that my partner is a true partner in every sense of the word. He is an amazing father who has welcomed me into his home and family. He recognized me being mom far faster than I did and when I would say things like, they are your kids (such as when a decision needed to be made) he would come right back and tell me no, they are our kids. Even though I am not yet their official stepmom (all good things come in time), I know he is right.
I see it when Rosalie’s face lights up when I get home after work and she comes running and calling for me. I see it in the mornings when I get sleepy snuggles and at night when we cuddle before bed. I see it when Nick comes to give me a hug out of the blue just because. I know it when they are the first and last thing I think about each day. I know it when I’m woken up in the middle of the night by a little girl crying that I know isn’t feeling good (and I beat Daddy out of bed to get to her.)
Becoming a mom and having my life forever changed by children is the greatest blessing I could ever have. I look forward to the rollercoaster of life that awaits us. Even with the ups and downs and the twists and turns ahead I don’t want to miss a moment of it.