Standing in the rice

I was 24 when I married Brent and became a stepmother.  I’d been living as a party bunny in the city with my friends. My life changed over night.

Jeremy was 8.  I didn’t think I was going to make it — not because he was a bad kid.  He wasn’t.  It’s just that I didn’t really know any children and he was an 8-year-old boy.

Jeremy probably thought he wasn’t going to make it with me either.

But he did.  And so did I.

We sort of grew up together, now that I think about it. I sorta, mostly, kinda got over myself.

And he grew up into the kind of adult who would make any parent proud, step or not.

He certainly makes this s’mother proud to call him her s’son.

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