A Joyful Place Called Home

Sometimes you simply survive long enough in life regardless of the subject, that later you realize you are the one who has travelled the road where others seek assistance . We’ve been a step family for over seven years, almost eight.  The beginning of our life as a step family was not unlike others experiences….the dad and the bride were so far into themselves and their rose colored glasses, that we didn’t see the crisis our marriage would create for our children.  They were happy we were to be married, excited with us for the new family…right up to the moment where the fantasy met reality.   The older children would face not only a new stepmom, they would face a new community, a new state, and new distance from their natural mom.  My two would face a new step dad, a mom who was not THE one in charge any more, two older siblings that would ursurp their birth order position in the family….lots of changes.
   As a teacher I was aware that children go through alot of emotions with a new marriage…however, being the human I am, I really didn’t consider that my new step children wouldn’t simply accept me as offered a new step mom who adored them…after all, hundreds of my students did each year….lets just say the first year was an eye opening experience…and the view seven years later…well I simply shake my head at my naiveity….but I wouldn’t trade this new, nor old family for the world
…more to come…