So many of you are struggling. So many of you can’t feel
hope and wonder how and why you ever got yourself into this stepmothering gig.
I have had you on my heart and mind since the holidays, possibly the toughest time of year for stepmoms
.
As I watch my friends, virtual and in person, struggle with
their marriages, fight to feel loved and appreciated, only to be wholly
misunderstood and beat down… I wish I could help. I wish there was something I
could do for you, but I know there isn’t much to be done when your husband
refuses to support you any more. You are either biding your time, waiting and
watching- or even hiding-, or packing up your stuff, trying to figure out where
you will move. Oh how my heart hurts for you.
I am always critical of the fluff many people tell us, that
“the kids will 'get' it one day” (as in, understand it all- not the gangster mob version of that statement). A number of social scientists have proven
otherwise, that step"kids" continue to blame their stepmom (yes, specifically) for just about
anything that went wrong with their upbringing for the rest of their lives. So
given that, there’s very little for us to look forward to. I’m sure you have a
sliver of hope that your stepkids or husband will understand you tried as hard
as you could one day, that your intentions were of the best. That you didn’t
have much choice in many of your choices, and that we were not the cause of the
children’s pain over their parent’s bad marriage and divorce and the
complication of parenting in two households.
So, after a very bad year, I was surprised to realize that I
have earned my payoff already. I am satisfied with what I have already
received, which comes in the form of my youngest stepdaughter. You may find the
same with your youngest, as it seems that they are often the most accepting- or
forgiving- of their stepmothers, from what I’ve read and heard from others in
general.
My youngest stepdaughter has always been a generally good
kid, but as you know all too well, also not mine. No matter what, when the kid
is being primarily raised by their mother, you are often reminded of how your
stepchild is not yours, by them primarily. (The exception is for the
stepmothers who are the primary mothers, where the mother is no longer in their
lives physically.) So even if a stepchild is a good kid, you may appreciate
them, care for them, and even love them- but it can still be difficult being
their pseudo-parent-authority-figure-thingy-person. (If you are a stepmom, you
will get this. If you aren’t, you may not get it. I’m not going to delve into
explaining it. It just is.)
When I’ve cared for her as if she were my own, which I
believe I said in my wedding vows by the way, I’ve been significantly heart
broken repeatedly over the years. It’s the way things are as a stepmom, but
this is also why many stepmoms stop trying to love. It’s so hard, with no
rewards, that you just have to give up at some point to save your sanity. You
feel like things are going well, moving along, you have a good relationship
with them… And then can get completely burned, embarrassed, and symbolically
dumped in the trash or thrown under the bus. There are a lot of different ways
that this can happen, so I again will not divulge much further. The most common
is the yo-yo-ing of their affections due to sudden manipulation, which I now
consider mom-sneak-attacks that blindside you back to square 1.
So, how is it possible that I have received my payoff
already? I didn’t expect it this soon, if ever. I hope that this will give you
a dash of hope back if you’ve lost it completely, or lost it once again.
I’m seeing the effects of my efforts already. I am seeing my
stepdaughter be both of her parent’s daughter- and the offspring of my efforts as
well. I am joyous to report that she is doing really well, flourishing in her
own way, as a result of our efforts to fight “the power” of control from only one
side. I am enjoying her for her, and not seeing her as a partial minion of
unpredictable loyalty any longer- which I think was something that can only
happen at a certain age for certain kids. For some it will be younger, and for
others it will be their teen or adult years. You can’t predict when they will
be thinking with their own mind. I had some hope that sooner rather than later
would happen, but there was no way of knowing.
I saw this come into fruition earlier this year. I realized
about a year ago that my youngest stepdaughter accepted me for who I am. She
didn’t have layers or labels on top of me, developed by others. She didn’t add
mythical depth to my actions and behaviors. She was not untrusting of me- which
came and went over the years- and just knew me. That was so comforting, and the
best thing since my husband fell in love with me. To have his own child
actually see me as I am, accept me for a human with her own reasons and
behaviors per her situation, was extreme validation. Forget your stepkids
loving you; this is what you want. It’s very comfortable for your stepkid to
“get you.” It makes her very tolerant and forgiving of me, which was already a
part of her character but now is consistently applied to me. She doesn’t think
that there’s evil lurking under my actions, plans of destruction for everyone
she knows and her future, or question my motives for asking her to eat
vegetables or clean her room. She is not angry at me for miscellaneous things I
don’t know the cause of, and she accepts that I have helped her many many times
over the years. And I also know that she would be willing to state that fact,
though she will probably not do so to her mom for some time unless it became
necessary to her.
I have never read about this minor yet monumental success in any other stepmom arena. Maybe some people already have it with one of their stepkids, but you just think of that one as "easy." Maybe you've always been cool with one of your stepkids, or all, and so you wouldn't notice the difference because they somehow always saw you for you instead of a looming specter of perpetual doom. You are lucky, my friends! Or, you don't see any hope for a happy home or acceptance from any of your stepkids, like I did, as it is so tough during the dark times that you never saw coming when you simply fell in love with a man.
I wish the same for you. I hope that just one of your stepkids, even if you don't remain married to their dad, accepts you for who you are one day. Or, as a secondary wish, that you can see them thrive because of you, whether they recognize your part in it or not.