Thursday, August 7, 2014
The Other Mommy
Sometimes I get asked what it is like to be a "stepmom." First of all, we don't use the word "step" in our home. I think that it diminishes the role of the parent, the child, the brother, the sister. But, if you listen to Brooklyn talk, she will often say to people that her "real" mom, Amanda, does this and that. Or that her she has friends at her "real" mom's house. As she has gotten older, she will remind me that I am her "other mommy." She calls both Amanda and I "mom" or "mommy" or "mama." I looked up the definition of "mother" in the dictionary. It reads: a female or thing that creates, nurtures, protects, etc, something. No matter what my biological relationship to my Brooklyn, I love her the exact same as I love my boys. I would, without any hesitation, lay down my life for her. I would give up everything I have, everything I might ever have for her. I love her to the moon, just as I love my boys. She is my girl. She has my heart.