Tag: Stepmom

And Here We Are Again…

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve been here. I haven’t forgotten about you. I’ve been trying to figure out this new normal like the rest of you, while watching my hair turn gray.

It’s been a year none of us will forget, the Season of the COVIDs. With no extra energy to write, the blog and book have stalled. I also pressed pause because to be honest, writing about being a stepmom, and all that comes with it, feels a little tone deaf. Our world is suffering. We’ve lost friends, family, jobs, and what was.

I am lucky enough to be able to hug my mom today on Mother’s Day. We are fully vaccinated. There are millions of mothers and daughters, aunts, uncles, sons, brothers, fathers, and sisters around the world who will not be able to hug each other because the vaccine isn’t available to them.

We have to do more to ensure that the vaccine is available to all.

So, on this Mother’s Day, as global citizens, let’s join together to get the vaccine to everyone who mother and are mothered.

Happy Mother’s Day.

https://www.globalcitizen.org/en/media/vaxlive/

I Train Like Every Day Is My Super Bowl

Football players train their whole lives for their run at the Super Bowl. From the moment they start playing as young boys, they dream of the big game, the big ring, the big bonus, and of course bragging rights.

Being an Unofficial Stepmom isn’t that different. I can say with 100% certainty that I feel like I’ve been in training for this big game of being a stepmom since I met the Captain. Only my game is happily ever after. Well, maybe not that, that’s too much pressure. So how about non-eventful ever after?

Like our beloved, well-trained football players, I’ve had excellent coaching along the way from my stepmom Sherpa, and an amazing family counselor. While the players may stretch and run drills, I’ve been stretching thoughts of trying to not plan ahead, but rather live in the moment. And, while my drills have felt like fire drills a lot of the time, they’ve continued to make me stronger, more self-accepting, and closer to being okay with not being the perfect stepmom with the perfect step family.

So, once this year’s Super Bowl is a distant memory, and the players head into the off season for sunshine and rest, I know that my Super Bowl is a marathon, not a few hours on a Sunday in February.