I felt the love

I have a wonderful blended family.  By this I mean, both my husband and I have been married before and we each have a child from the first marriage.  I have a son, Meister who is 6.  He has a daughter, Miss Thang who is 3.  We have decided to not have any more kids.  This means I will never have a biological daughter and The Hubs will never have a biological son. This is both something we really struggled with.  I mourned the loss of not having another baby, of having a daughter of my own. 

Meister’s bio-dad lives eight hours away and doesn’t have a whole heck of a lot to do with his daily life.  So the Hubs is the one who picks him up from school, attends conferences, and helps him with his homework.  ( I do that stuff too, but you catch my drift!)  The Hubs is definitely fulfilling a role for Meister, and he is filling the void for The Hubs.  I on the other hand do not fulfill a role for Miss Thang.  Her Mom is in her life, which I think is the absolutely wonderful.  Kids of divorce should see their bio-parents as much as possible.  I digress.  Miss Thang and I have a good relationship.  I get to do all the girly things with her and have tons of fun.  We paint nails, curl hair and play dress up-it’s great!  But, I am not going to be helping her get ready for her first date or play mother of the bride.  I’m the step mom, and that’s ok. 

Three paragraphs in and I’m finally getting to the point of this post.  Sometimes I wonder if Miss Thang feels as close to me as I do to her.  I usually initiate nail painting, dress up etc.  She has fun, but she doesn’t come to me and ask to do these things. I had almost finished curling my hair when Miss Thang came in the room.  Her face lit up and said “Will you curl MY hair too?!?”  It was the look on her face and the fact she asked me to do this simple thing for her that made me feel the love.  I was SO friggin’ excited that she asked me.  My eyes may have leaked a bit.  How dumb is that? 

Miss Thang

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Peanut Butter

Meister asked me the most unnerving question this morning.  I was making his yummy soy butter and jelly sandwich and he says “mom, does peanut butter taste good?”  That’s when I froze.  What do I say?  Hell yes and I miss it all the time you allergic little bastard?  Oh no sweetie, it’s horrible.  Yucky.  Phooey.  You’d never want to eat that crap.  Cuz, you know you’d turn blue and die and shit.  I think my response was a little more appropriate than my thoughts.  Yes it does taste good to a lot of people, but you will never be able to taste it because you’d get very very sick and maybe die.  He accepted it.  Then we talked about how you would never try it when your friends tell you to, or if someone says it’s OK blah blah blah.  So my real question is (because there is no question about the deliciousness of peanut butter) Did I say the right thing?