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Stepmoms Feel Like They Have The Devil On One Shoulder and the Angel On The Other The angel and the devil sits on the shoulders of all stepmoms. You know what I mean. Mother's Day is a perfect example. The angel on my right shoulder says: "I don't want to cause any conflicts. I want the kids to spend time with their mother. This is my main concern." The devil on my left shoulder whispers the following: "I work really hard. After all I have done for those kids, the least they can do is spend some time with me on Mother's Day. I deserve to be recognized!" The conflicted feelings make me just hate Mother's Day. But, then I think, "Hey! Just like everything else about my life as a stepmother, Mother's Day makes me face a core human need: Seen, Heard, Mattered." At the end of the day, isn't that what we all want? We want to know that we mattered. We want to be heard. Since Mother's Day is a day of recognition, it brings those core needs to the
Join us at The Stepmom Sanctuary Retreat 2017! #LifeChanging When my friend, Peggy Nolan, decided to end The Stepmom Toolbox show on BlogTalk Radio, I begged her not to! I felt it was a vital tool for all of us and that we could find stepmom-passionate coaches to take over. I wanted to be one of them. Why? Stepmoms change the world. We have incredible reach into millions of
ANSWER #1: I WAS IN THE BATHROOM FOR A HALF HOUR ANSWER #2: NO ONE LOOKED FOR ME. I thought I was going to die in there. What a way to go? That would have been tough to explain. (Awkward, Again!) Here's a fun tip about being a Stepmom & Being Invisible! Earlier this week, I wrote a blog about invisibility. Seemed as though the stepmoms and stepdads recognized that
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Join us at The Stepmom Sanctuary Retreat 2017! #LifeChanging While raising my bio-son, Ean, I lost my name. No one called me 'Barb' any more. They called me 'Ean's mom'. "Oh, there's Ean's mom! Ean, your mom is here! Hi, Ean's mom!" Once he was born, Ean had such an active social life, that I just started to introduce myself as 'Ean's mom'. I must say that I loved it. Even though Ean is now
It’s okay if you don’t like my sofas. Some people love them and other people are mystified. Here they are: Our Step Family Illustrated on our Sofa I love my sofas. They are decorated by our children. They are memories that you sit on. I bought plain, canvas sofas and picked out the colors that I wanted for the room. Then, I armed the children with potatoes and their hands to
Parenting is Like a Marathon
Me as a Step Mom As both a bio mommy and a step mommy, believe me, you really want to be my stepchild. As a bio mommy to my son, Ean, I am a bad mom. He loves to recount the time I forgot to pick him up from little league practice and left him alone on the field. Or, when I would yell at him to clean his room and threaten to use the dog as a hostage if he didn't do it. Or, when I
Recently, I started painting. I love doing it. Yet, I have no attachment to it. When I am painting, it is for the pure joy of it. My first painting was chosen in a juried exhibition and now sits in a gallery. Sorry, but that’s crazy. I am convinced the piece was chosen because I am just not attached to it. In fact, every time my artwork is mentioned, I start laughing and I cannot explain why.
Stepmom2012 Coming to Unite Families I have returned from my first trip to #Blogher11, where over four thousand, mainly female, bloggers joined together to meet, learn and conduct business. It was fascinating. As a newbie, your mind is left swirling and you wonder, "Now what?" I just had to tell you about my most inspiring moment. For the first time, the conference planners had a