The Boys

The kid in the lavender shirt is my step-son M. (oh how I wish there was a better word than step-son). He is such a talented dancer and is a super creative budding designer.

This is B., my other step-son. He is bright and determined and a hard working business student. He is almost 20, which stuns me. He was 13 when I first met him.

And then there is this kiddo. He is funny and sweet and loveable.

Man, I am lucky.


I’m home sick today, have been sick for a few days now and it sucks in all the ways that being suck usually does. I’m tired and coughy and feeling worn down. I watching crappy television and missing the older boys a ton today.

Nobody, I suspect, grows up dreaming about being a step-parent. It was certainly the thing I was most nervous about when Mr.Monkey and I got together. And it was hard sometimes (and it still is sometimes) but more and more I just feel grateful that when I married Mr.Monkey I got to have these boys in my life.


One thought on “The Boys

  1. Elizabeth says:

    I love this.
    I knew I was ready to get married when I felt like, if asked, I could be/wanted to be/etc a full time parent to my husband’s daughter. When we first met, I wasn’t sure I wanted kids, I wasn’t sure I wanted to be a stepmom, the whole thing scared me. But now I feel this overwhelming sense of gratitude that I get to be a part of this family, that I have this relationship with my stepdaughter, and by extension a more varied relationship with my husband. Stepparenting is hard, but it is maybe one of the best things in my life.

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