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crazy, fear, independent, jealousy, letting go, mom, step parent, stepmom
The past is in the past. Unless its your past. Then I want to talk about it. I want to analyze it. I want to stress over it. Cry over it. Wonder why I missed out on the biggest firsts of all time. (At least of my all time) I don’t understand why milestones are so important to me. I know when I was younger I always had this fantasy dream about forever. That it was all cupcakes and roses and freaking teddy bears.
Then life punches you in the throat.
You think you’re smart. You think you learn. You feel like, yea, I’ve made some pretty dumb choices, but they’ve all led me to here, and I’m learning dammit! you hear a song on the radio about all the heartache leading to you and it calms your spirit just a little. You decide, I can muddle through.
In all the patience and dealing and analyzing and reacting that we do as step mothers to manage the chaos of being a step mother, when do we have time for our own regular insecurities that we’ve been working on for decades? When do we get to “freak out” over the stupid stuff again? There’s no time! There’s no room in your brain! And eventually all of that “stupid stuff” you were working on to improve yourself as a functional human in today’s society, gets piled up behind you and starts to blur with today’s “normal step mom stuff” and you really aren’t sure if you’re letting go when you should “Let it gooooooo” or holding on to a mole hill that somehow looks like a freakin mountain. So then it becomes all or nothing.
I’ve been consistently demonstrating multiple attitudes towards all of the drama and chaos. I want to know everything. So I know everything, I’m involved in everything, I do everything. Then that gets too emotionally overwhelming, so I chuck the towel at someone’s head, throw my arms up, yell “Uncle” and bail. Informational blackout. Emotional shut down. I don’t want to know anything, I refuse to plan, be involved, learn, adapt, assist, etc. And then it all goes sideways. So I’m back in like a referee planning, adapting, avoiding, and prepping for doomsday.
Does this sound like a full time salaried job that you work 80 hours a week at? Can I hire an assistant? Can I get an event planner? A judge? Jury? How about someone to just clean the windows and give me a brighter view of the rest of the world. Being a parent is hard, nobody tells you being a step mom with her own issues, her own fears, her own concept of understanding ruling her world, is going to be one hell of a handful on your psyche.
Being a step mom is no walk in the park. In my 10 yrs of raising my step kids I have learned I can’t control her and I can’t them but I can control myself. Some seasons I stay more guarded then others. One thing that hasn’t changed is change it’s self. You can have a million good days and a million bad days. They seem to balance out the older the Children get.
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I think you are right Leigh, it does balance. Some days are just….phew glad its over! Thank you for reading and relating! I’m hoping as you said, it gets smoother.
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Absolutely!
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I think we can all relate to what you are experiencing! And Leigh above is right, the only real control is that of ourselves. You are only responsible for you…no matter how much others pressure you to take on their responsibility. Only then will your heart be more peaceful. Hang in there! They do grow up fast…and you ARE making a difference in their lives!
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Thank you Nora! So hard to just focus on “you” control some days! I try so hard to be stable and consistent, not that I’m saying others are not, but I want her to grow up with that positive example in her mind. Thank you for reading!
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