Yeah, it’s a thing. And it’s today. Of course, it’s not a big thing and, if you’re like my husband, you had no idea it was a thing at all. Also, if you’re like my husband, you want to wish me a happy Stepmother’s Day now that you know it’s a thing. Thanks. 🙂
I’m not one for any sort of day that brings attention to me. I’ve never been a big birthday person, for example. I like to use it as an excuse to do something around that time–go out to dinner or make a purchase I might not otherwise make–but I don’t care if it’s on my birthday or month or relatively within the same season. I think it was the way I was brought up. Birthdays were celebrated in our house, but it was never a real big thing, which was fine because it seemed like there was never a need for a special day to make someone else feel special.
So, that’s not why I’m bringing Stepmother’s Day to your attention. I don’t want any attention. But not every stepmom is lucky enough to feel appreciated in the ways Ben and Ian make me feel appreciated. And, gosh darn it, they should feel appreciated. This stepparenting gig is tough. Like, never-would-have-believed-it-even-if-you-
warned-told-me tough. So maybe use today, Stepmother’s Day, as an excuse to spread some love. Tell a stepmama you love her. Or give her a hug. Or maybe just smile and say, “Happy Stepmother’s Day!”
P.S. After that talk about growing up in a home that regularly made me feel special, I feel I need to acknowledge that…yes. Yes, I do realize that my parents are the best. Any good moves I make as a stepmother should be attributed to them. My mistakes, on the other hand, are mine and mine alone. I should have paid more attention.