He is not my son.
I am not his mother.
Not my flesh and blood.
He looks nothing like me.
Despite these things he is a part of my family.
Not legally. But in our hearts and our minds.
I celebrate today, the day of Brady’s third birthday, not as a stranger.
But as his semi-step-mom. A title I have given myself.
It is hard to get into the ‘he’s my boyfriend’s son‘ story.
Plus it makes it sound like I dont have anything to do with raising him.
I do.
I am not his mother. Never want to be. He has a fabulous mom and dad who love him very much.
I am the mom figure at dads house. The same as his step-dad is the dad figure at moms house.
He has never known anything different from this set up.
It was different to date a ready made family. But over the past 3.5 years it has been joyous every step of the way.
And life is good. Happy Birthday Brady.
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What an inspiring post. I’m here from this for that. I’m already a FB fan and a follower here. Is there another way I can support you?
Lisa
Thanks Lisa, that is more than enough and I appreciate your support!! Have a great day!