"Stepmother" is a label given to women who are married to men with children. Although there is only one word difference between "stepmother" and "mother", they are completely different things. At least that's how I felt when I first became a stepmom to my husband's four children.
My husband and I have been married for six years.
I watched his children grow from little ones to teenagers with him. I went on vacation with the children, played basketball together, and watched DVDs together. I also helped them with their homework and cooked delicious meals for them. Yet even though I spent as much time with them as they did with their biological mothers, I still felt somewhat like an "outsider" intruding on someone else's territory. There is always an insurmountable gap between me and my children, and I will always be excluded from their small family circle. Since I have no children of my own and my experience of motherhood comes entirely from my husband's four children, I often lament that I may never experience the unique bond between parent and child.
Later, the children left home and went to study and board in a city far away. In order to keep in touch with them, my husband and I bought a computer and connected to the Internet so that we could chat online at any time. However, while these modern communication tools facilitate contact, they also alienate the relationship between people, especially me.
One night, my husband had fallen asleep, and because of insomnia, I sat in front of the computer. I found that my eldest daughter, Ma Ke, was on the phone with my family. Although she and I had exchanged some emails, we had never spoken online. I had an idea. I didn’t want her to know whether it was me or her dad sitting at the keyboard unless she asked. That night, she never asked, and I didn't expose myself. She talked about her academic performance, some details from the dance the night before, and also talked about a boy who had a crush on her. I expressed my opinions one by one, and finally I said, it's getting late, let's go to bed and rest. . She replied, "Okay, long talk! Love you!"
As I read this, I realized that she must have thought she was talking to her dad the whole time, because she and I get along great though , but they never directly said these emotionally explicit words to each other. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss and sadness. However, in order not to embarrass her, I guiltily ignored the mistake and replied: "I love you too! Good night!"
I thought about their family circle again. In this exclusive private space, I always have the feeling of an outsider. identity. I felt the deep pain again: lonely and out of tune with them. However, just as I reached for the keyboard to turn off the computer, Ma Ke's last words appeared - "Say good night to dad for me."
Suddenly, my eyes were filled with tears.
On the surface, the relationship between the stepmother and the child seems plain and simple, but in fact, it contains warm and true feelings, which is very touching. Love, as long as you give it sincerely, the other person will eventually feel it. Let us experience love with our hearts!
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