A Love Letter to My Sons’ Bonus Mom
I never imagined my kids would have a “bonus mom” when I started my family. I’m now so grateful that you’re here for them now.
I never imagined my kids would have a “bonus mom” when I started my family. I’m now so grateful that you’re here for them now.
There were some things in I wasn’t prepared to parent through. Having to explain their father’s struggles with addiction to my kids was one of those things.
My panic attacks returned when I was separating from my ex. My advice? Don’t try to get rid of the panic. Learn to live with it.
I was thinking about keeping chickens. They were wonderful pets and could teach the kids about where food comes from without lifelong scarring.
Nursing old wounds is tricky work; it transfers the weight and pain of the wound. It is lifted from their small shoulders and dropped heavily onto mine. I feel that pain, it becomes and begets my own.
Our divorce was the right thing for our family, and we’ve each moved forward in a healthier, happier way than our marriage would’ve allowed. The universe is unfolding as it should.
The glowing lights, family gathering and festive feasts of the holidays take on
Some world events have an impact on us, regardless of whether we have
I have been shattered before. I remember this feeling. This aimless wandering around
Post-divorce, I realized that my son’s love isn’t a bank balance, with his love for his stepmother detracting from love for me.
I never imagined my kids would have a “bonus mom” when I started my family. I’m now so grateful that you’re here for them now.
There were some things in I wasn’t prepared to parent through. Having to explain their father’s struggles with addiction to my kids was one of those things.
My panic attacks returned when I was separating from my ex. My advice? Don’t try to get rid of the panic. Learn to live with it.
I was thinking about keeping chickens. They were wonderful pets and could teach the kids about where food comes from without lifelong scarring.
Nursing old wounds is tricky work; it transfers the weight and pain of the wound. It is lifted from their small shoulders and dropped heavily onto mine. I feel that pain, it becomes and begets my own.
Our divorce was the right thing for our family, and we’ve each moved forward in a healthier, happier way than our marriage would’ve allowed. The universe is unfolding as it should.
The glowing lights, family gathering and festive feasts of the holidays take on
Some world events have an impact on us, regardless of whether we have
I have been shattered before. I remember this feeling. This aimless wandering around
Post-divorce, I realized that my son’s love isn’t a bank balance, with his love for his stepmother detracting from love for me.