Wendy is home for Christmas!! I swear I’m like a kid in a candy store. I’m extatically happy that we are together again. But sadly, it was not always so.
You see, I’m a stepmom. And I can say with all honesty it’s one of the hardest jobs I’ve ever taken on. I suspect the only one harder is being a step-kid.
It’s embarrassing, but I was kind of a wicked stepmother. I was insecure and sometimes jealous of the attention that Mitch gave to Wendy. Shame comes flooding back when I think of my childish behavior.
But God is faithful and good, even when I am not. I don’t know exactly when it happened, but at some point, I relaxed. Wendy was never a threat to me. She was just a kid that needed love like any other kid. By His grace, God has used all three of my girls to teach me lessons that I sorely needed to learn too.
The last eighteen years has been a joy as I’ve watched Wendy become a truly awesome woman. I’m so grateful she is in my life. She’s smart and funny and beautiful. I love those late-night conversations we have after Mitch has gone to bed. I even make the 4-hour trek to visit her without Mitch sometimes! We have our own relationship now and there is a love and a bond between us that I will forever hold dear.
Today I am grateful for Wendy. I proudly call her my daughter and I am also grateful that she is my friend.