The First Meeting
I remember the first day I met my eldest stepson, he decided to let them meet me separately. I was petrified, I have no idea why, the day went really well. He even preferred to come to me and ask for a drink or something, rather than his Dad. That night I was relieved, then I met the youngest one. He was only little and so cheeky I felt at ease straight away.
Becmming A Family
After a while, we decided to take the next step and move in together. This meant that I had to become a proper stepmum. It was tough at times, I was not their mum but had to act like a parent figure. I never wanted to replace their mum, but I fell in love with them and treated them as my own. As time went on, we fell into a routine, I would look after the boys, while my husband was at work. I would tell them off if naughty, we would have fun, play games do everything parents did. It always seemed quiet when they went home.
The boys always knew I was there for them, knew I loved them. They knew I was firm but fair in telling them off, and that they could talk to me about anything. Sometimes, they would say please don’t tell Dad, obviously I would without them knowing.
After a few years, I finally fell pregnant with our Daughter, then I worried, would they hate her thinking they wouldn’t be wanted anymore, would they think she had replaced them, of course, this was not the case and they loved her and she loved her big brothers.
Being a step-parent is harder at times than being a full parent, but I feel so lucky to be the ‘wicked’ stepmum to my boys, they are now 20 and 17 and we couldn’t be any prouder of them if we tried.
So, to all you step-parents out there, I hope you feel the same about your stepchildren as I do about mine. I went in at the deep end but it was worth it.