Yes. I believe God called me to the relationship I’m in now. But when I’m angry, and I get that every now and then, my first response is “I didn’t sign up for this.”
I can’t tell you how many times, tears streaming down my face, I’ve said this to myself.
And every time, without fail, I’m immediately convicted.
“Yes you did.”
I did. I signed up for this.
He might have chose me, but I could’ve walked away; I could’ve said no.
I’ve learned that I chose to be a stepmother. I made a choice to love a family of three and blend them with my family of three.
No one had a gun to my head.
I knew what I was getting into, but I think when you’re in love, you just think it can’t get any worse.
Sometimes, it does.
And sometimes it gets better.
You just have to roll with the punches and be ready for it. You don’t have to like it, but you have to remember you made the choice to deal with the blended family, and all that goes with it.
You also have to realize that it’s okay to mourn the loss of “the way it was.” There are days I think it was so much easier as a single mom.
And when people ask me if I would ever suggest a woman marry a man with children, I would never say no.
But I do advise to think long and hard about what their life will look like and the known trials that come with it. He and his children might be worth it, but know that it will take more than love to make it last.
Love is a choice. And so is a stepfamily.