Imagine you’ve been single for years. Now imagine you’ve just agreed to babysit your two nephews every single weekend. For free.
When a marriage makes a stepfamily, the good tends to lie buried way down deep. It took me nearly five years to embrace the good that God wanted me to see and to appreciate.
It took me four years to appreciate the fact that my family is sprawling and complicated. As I learned to accept my circumstances and open my heart, I started to become the stepmother I hoped I could be.
“Will you always be my stepmom?” Down went the clean laundry I was busy folding. I looked up. My stepson was watching me intently. It was just the two of us, in a rare bit of quiet. I searched for an answer.