I'm Your Stepmom...

I won't forget the time, I had to run errands when my younger stepson asked me if I could get him a t-shirt.  I didn't see a problem with it when my older stepson scoffed and said, "You're not our mother!"  I shot back, "No, I am not your mother, but I still care for you and it's my job to help take care of you."  Once in awhile, I'd have to shrug my shoulders again and repeat, 'No, I am not your mother, I am your stepmom.  I am not here to be your friend.  It's my job to take care of you, not to make you like me."

I don't take to the popular therapeutic suggestions that place a stepmother as a "friend" or glorified babysitter.  My friends don't pay for the roof over my head, my private schooling, my clothes, my videogames, t.v. and computer, or my health insurance.  I'm not a babysitter who gets paid to cook, clean, tutor, chauffer, spoil the kids with gifts or give the kids time-outs.  I don't force the kids to like me, but I've found that kind of attitude takes away the pressure and they are actually closer to me because of it; they have a choice.

wickedstepmother wickedstepmother
26-30, F
May 29, 2007