I’m all sentimental and mushy today. I’d say sorry, but I’m not, not really. It feels good, those days when it hits me that I am, in fact, a mom.
As a step mom, there’s a lot of things I haven’t experienced, parenting-wise. I’ve never carried a child in my womb and given birth, or nursed and cuddled and bonded with the baby (although, I have cuddled and bonded with my nephews). I’ve never debated regular diapers vs. cloth, or worried about the first hair cut that would cut away those baby curls, and watched the first tooth come and go.