
I want to preface this post by saying, I absolutely love my stepkids and I wouldn’t have my family any other way.
Now I am a mum to my own little one, I get it. I understand better what it’s like for my husband to be away from my stepkids for a week at a time. It must be agony. I can better understand his amazing tolerance and love for them. I thought I did before, but now I understand better.
I first met them when they were six and three and I always thought that (among other things) they were preparing me for having my own kids. I expected sleepless nights, nappies and being 100 per cent responsible for this little person to be much more difficult. But I’ve actually found that being a stepmum is a much harder gig… Here’s why.
Side note… Mamamia staff confess: The time I was a bad mum. Post continues after video.
You don’t have a biological need to love and nurture them. Having a baby that you grow inside you, a person that is a part of you living outside your own body and that you are responsible for in every sense is a totally different experience. Loving your own baby is almost a given.*
Biologically we are wired for it. Our hormones and pathology pretty much demand it. But stepkids – you don’t have to love them. You have to choose to love them. Every day. Even when they are being a**holes.