Basic as basic can be and guess who cares? Not I nor my insta-daughter and her love for the “Pink Stuff” and of course our Gibbs loves a puppachino from Starbucks!
Please note that this blog isn’t about Starbucks necessarily, however, I do love a PSL. It’s awful for some but not me. I know it’s not cherished by all and I don’t bother you for being “above basic” so leave me alone for me to make my own choices.
One of those choices I’ve made is to be step-parent and in all of its glory isn’t always glorious, it’s also at moments insanely painful but the happiness far outweighs any turbulence, in my personal opinion.
Having my insta-kids has helped me appreciate the small stuff. Running the smallest errand suddenly starts to feel like something bigger transpired just because you’re able to spend time together and enjoy music and talk about nothing major at all. It’s just that fleeting moment that you can look at and feel joyful. If anything, it’s helped push me to be a bio-mom; they’ve added a new point of view to my life that I didn’t have before.
I realize that not all insta-kids like their parents, I’m sure most kids feel that way about their parents (bio or not) it’s called teenage angst. It’s glorious, right? Hardly, but they’ll love you again once they’re off to college so it’s full circle and not always easy but it’s nothing you can control because it usually has nothing to do with how they actually feel about you.
The upheaval, their own grief of living in two homes and genetic loyalty binds all to make for shaky ground for any new addition. But you still have to appreciate the small moments of contact. It’s easy to overlook them but when they happen, know that it’s big and means more than you’ll ever know till the time is in your rearview mirror.