In 2013 I embarked on a journey that turned out to be scarier than anything I’d ever done. I became a Stepmom. Practically in an instant. 556 more words
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One of my happiest memories of my childhood is seeing my father kiss my mother in the kitchen.
He’d get home from work, still in his slacks, button up shirt, and a tie she probably bought him, and he’d wrap one arm around her waist while holding his bag in the other, and as she’d lean back slightly to receive his kiss, he smiled as he planted it on her lips. 229 more words
One of the biggest struggles of being a step-parent is remaining neutral in an emotionally charged situation. Ugh. Yes, it is so difficult! One of God’s most beautiful creations is the differences among us, but those differences often cause a lot of sticky situations in the co-parenting world! 836 more words