You know, before I became “wicked” on the web, I was a wicked stepmother. My stepdaughter (from a previous marriage) thought I was the meanest thing that walked. I had no competition, and she made that clear every other weekend without fail.
But, after not even speaking with her more than twice since my divorce from her father many years ago… she called a few days ago.
Granted, she called to talk to Alexzandria, but she also talked to me. And, she told me how much she loves Alex (which I already knew because Alex talks to me about EVERYTHING). She also told me how nice it was “the way Alex acts.” She said that Alex says “Yes ma’am” and “No, ma’am” and that (unlike some of the other younger members of that side of the family) she minds (does as she is asked).
Then… she said the unimaginable, “Angela, I just want to tell you that I’m sorry for the way I acted, the way I treated you.” I was aghast. Pleasantly aghast, but I never even saw that one coming.
She said that now that she’s older (she’s now 17) that she understands why I tried to get her to mind her manners, to teach her “stuff” and that she just thought I was being mean, but now she “gets it.” And we talked for nearly two hours about everything under the sun.
Now, she calls and talks to both Alex and me regularly.
I must say, that’s probably one of my most rewarding parenting moments to date — and it was reaped as an ex-stepmom.
So, for those of you out there wrestling with the whole step parent fiasco… don’t give up. Sometimes there are rewards…even if you have to wait a bit.
Have a wonderful holiday weekend!