Happy birthday to my son. So thankful to be able to call him that. I shared our story almost four years ago – but today is his birthday and I want to share it again giving thanks for this terrific man and that I can call him “son.”
Oh my! A teenage boy!
He was 15 when he came into my life. A young widow with two young daughters, I knew nothing about raising little boys and certainly nothing about raising teenage boys. But when I married my husband we had an agreement: Take me – take my kids!
We started our journey together as friends. He had a great sense of humor and was a loving young man. During the time his father and I were dating he would often come down to my house after school just to “hang out” with me and my daughters. He loved to play board games, especially Monopoly. I enjoyed his company and looked forward to being his mother.
Then I was married!
Suddenly I was a stepmother! Spending a couple of hours three or four times a week with a young teenage boy is not the same as living with him 24/7. …
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