Lessons of Motherhood

Since the time I was a small child I had always wanted to be a mother. Being a mother meant unconditional, nurturing love, and those were virtues I longed to have. My own mother was a fine example of what I thought motherhood should be like. She was a hard worker, unselfish, and always loveable and nurturing to me and my sisters. I remember her taking time out of her busy life to spend time with me and to help me feel loved and appreciated. Her teachings had a powerful impact on my life. I’m grateful for the lessons she taught me.

Now that I’m a stepmother, I find myself mimicking my mother in so many ways. Some things are completely by accident and make me smile whenever I think about them. Other things make me cringe a little and I have to stop myself and say, “Slow down. I don’t want to be my mother in every way.” But overall, I think I’ve passed on to my stepchildren the same love and security my mother passed down to me, and for that I am grateful for.

It has almost been two years since I became Scott and Emma’s stepmother. In that time frame, my love for these children have grown and developed into something far more powerful and lasting than I could have ever imagined. These children have become a major focus in my life, and even though I have yet to experience the joys of childbirth, I feel bonded to Scott and Emma as if they were my own. I value my relationship with them the same way my mother valued mine. I hope to share the same lessons with them as well.

A poem Scott wrote for me:

You help me in my life
I wish I had a wife
Like you
And a friend like Daddy, too.
I love you Daddy and Becky.
You are my family.