You want stories? Boy, oh boy, do I have a story.
I met and married my husband 13 years ago. When we met, he had a daughter who was 2-years-old, Marisa. Our relationship was great until she got older and I somehow became that “evil stepmom” that you read about in books and see in movies. She slowly grew farther and farther away from me (and my husband, her dad). Eventually, she no longer wanted to spend any time with us, no longer kept her things here and was just a visitor or a guest when she came. We were heartbroken.
When Marisa was 5, I gave birth to my first child, my daughter Mia. She was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen. Quickly (as in 11 months quick, eeek!) her brother joined our family. Jake and Mia are my “Irish twins,” frequently fighting but clearly best friends.
Then, five years ago my husband and I became foster parents. About a week after becoming certified, we took on the great task of taking in a set of 6-week-old boy-girl twins! One year later we adopted them and Grace and Gianni became a permanent fixture in our chaotic family. Although Grace doesn’t have our genes, she has the same sassy, independent attitude as her sisters.
It is only fitting to wrap this story up with a happy ending. My (now 16-year-old) stepdaughter’s mother moved to Florida in April of last year. Marisa wanted to finish her junior and senior year in high school so opted to move back in with us rather than move with her mother. I was nervous that it would continue to be a tumultuous relationship and honestly, I couldn’t have been more wrong. Since she moved back in, our family has been even more chaotic, hectic, busy, crazy, and most important….complete.