My sweet husband woke me up with coffee and "Happy Mother's Day!" yesterday morning. We went out to breakfast to mark the day. He wasn't feeling very well, so it was a quiet one.
In the afternoon I got a text from the younger stepkid, saying, "Happy Mother's Day!" and that he wanted to take me out to celebrate my birthday and this occasion. It was sweet of him and it was sweet to my soul. I didn't hear from the older stepkid.
I don't expect it, really I don't. Because here's the thing: I am not their mothers (they have two different ones). The younger one lived wth his dad and me, and I carried out mothering duties for him, from the time he was 9 until he moved out at 18. So there's more of a bond there. But, bottom line, there is another, real mother there for each of them.
Yes, yes, I mother and nurture lots of people in different ways.
But, still.
