Last year on Mother’s Day I sat across from my husband at our kitchen table. I mean the kitchen table he and his ex-wife bought for our house, I mean their house .... and cried.
At that moment, I had no idea the exact reason why I started crying, but I think it was a combination of three things.
1. I was four days away from going into labour with my first child and was a complete hormonal mess.
2. I could barely sit at the kitchen table because of my excessive belly and swollen feet, and the possibility that my pants were going to split at any moment.
3. I had spent the morning scrolling through a Facebook news feed full of pictures of REAL Moms and their kids celebrating Mother’s Day together. I was jealous. I missed the kids.
Now I am sure there are some moms outraged at me saying this. After all, it was Mother’s Day and obviously the kids would be with their mother, and not us.
I don’t disagree one bit. I have never attempted to make this day about me, and I never will. She is their mom, I am their stepmom, end of story.
But that doesn’t mean I had control over those feelings!
That morning, I had no control over the fact that I was taken over by the “green-eyed monster.” No control at all!
The bottom line is, there are many days when I am jealous of the fact that those kids are hers, and not mine.
Yes I just said it. Some days, in the midst of all the extra stressors and complications that come with the blended family life, I wish we were a “normal” nuclear family; four kids, a mom and a dad.
It’s not all the time. But yes, for brief moments, I dream about not being a part of a blended family arrangement.
I dream that the kids would never have to leave, that we would have every holiday together and that I was a part of their lives from day one. (However, I also dream of winning the lottery and becoming best friends with Kourtney Kardashian, and we all know the chances of that are slim to none… ).
Actually, since that very day, almost one year ago, I have realized and come to terms with the fact that I am jealous of my husband’s ex-wife.
I am jealous. Period. Plain and simple.
Those three kids, the ones that have embraced me, tried me, bugged me, loved me, made me laugh, made me cry… those three kids are hers and not mine!
She is one lucky mom. But guess what, I’m one lucky stepmom too!
Mother’s Day can be a very hard day for stepmoms, especially those who play an integral role in their stepkids’ lives! I’ve read several blog posts and articles about how fellow stepmoms feel on Mother’s Day and words like “unappreciated” always seem to come up!
To any stepmom who feelsl that way, I am so sorry that is your experience. I understand, because last year, even though my mind told me I had no right over the day and I was completely overreacting, I still was overcome by the flood of emotions I had no control over!
Here’s my advice. Give yourself permission to feel this way, but then snap right out of it!
Change your perspective or you’re going to spend a kid-free day with your husband feeling under-appreciated, lost or wondering where your place is in all of this! And you know as well as I do, those kid-free days can be few and far between!
It’s just one day out of 365. Don’t over think it.
And remind yourself you didn’t jump into this stepmom gig because you wanted a parade for everything that you do. None of us did. Because if that were true, most of us would have packed our bags a long time ago.
Be happy that your stepchildren get to spend a beautiful day with their mother, and be thankful for the quality time you get to spend with your man!