How We Got Here
When I think about where I am in life, it is really difficult to piece together everything that happened to get me to this point. I am married...again. I am the mother of two girls and a step mom to two more. I can wholeheartedly say this is not how I intended for my life to turn out. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband and all of the girls, but this was not the plan I had laid out for myself ten years ago. By the young age of 36 I have had a child, been married, divorced, had another child and married again.
I love where life has brought me. I have a husband who is what I always imagined a husband should be. Loving, caring, thoughtful and hot. Like, really hot. (Just so you know, it is perfectly fine to say that about your spouse.) That doesn't mean that life is all rainbows and roses. Being a part of a blended family is hard. Dealing with exes and having children that don't "belong" to you is no walk in the park. There are some days I simply have to lock myself in my bedroom and give myself a pep talk. Four girls. I vaguely recall my parents telling me "just you wait" during my teenage years. This must be what they were referring to.
I know that I am not the first woman to ever walk this walk. I know I am not the first person who has doubted if they are being a good enough wife, a good enough mother or a good enough employee. Am I giving too much attention to this child? Does this one feel left out? What the heck are we going to have for dinner? Date night? What is that?
Everyday is a new adventure. Welcome aboard for the ride.
I love where life has brought me. I have a husband who is what I always imagined a husband should be. Loving, caring, thoughtful and hot. Like, really hot. (Just so you know, it is perfectly fine to say that about your spouse.) That doesn't mean that life is all rainbows and roses. Being a part of a blended family is hard. Dealing with exes and having children that don't "belong" to you is no walk in the park. There are some days I simply have to lock myself in my bedroom and give myself a pep talk. Four girls. I vaguely recall my parents telling me "just you wait" during my teenage years. This must be what they were referring to.
I know that I am not the first woman to ever walk this walk. I know I am not the first person who has doubted if they are being a good enough wife, a good enough mother or a good enough employee. Am I giving too much attention to this child? Does this one feel left out? What the heck are we going to have for dinner? Date night? What is that?
Everyday is a new adventure. Welcome aboard for the ride.
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