We sat in her car, keys in the ignition, car turned off. She stared at me blankly and asked, Have you woken up and said, ‘What the hell did I do?’* She’s the only person in the last ten months of marriage that has asked me pointedly about life as a step-mom.

But I get it, I really do.

You look at someone in a uncommon situation—a situation you probably would not want to be in—and are afraid to ask about it.

  • So… how’s life as a single after your bitter divorce?
  • So… how you doin’ since your startup company crashed?
  • So… how are things now that you left your boyfriend?
  • So… how are you handling your life now that you have two children to take care of that aren’t yours?

See! There are tons of situations that we would rather just ignore. But she asked. And I responded.

Life as an insta-mom isn’t easy. Vacillating from one week as newlyweds to the next week as Dad and S’mom can cause schedule schizophrenia and identity issues. But it’s not a disease. It’s not a curse. It’s a decision.

If we’re honest, transitions are never easy. But denying the emotions or hiding feelings only causes more anguish and isolation. I love moments where it’s just me and Matt and we can fly by the seat of our pants and eat ramen and mustard packets for dinner if we choose. But I also love the moments when two extra bodies sit around our table to eat a healthy, organic, well-balanced meals and discuss the drama of kindergarten.

Sure, there are moments when I wish Ryen wouldn’t cry because Parker is looking at her, or that I would be picked for our family board games, or that Parker would let me dress him for church, but if you’re a biological parent, I can safely bet you have those moments of frustration too. Because this, this right here, is when we make decisions.

In life we wage battles everyday. To talk back or not talk back to your boss. To stay in Philosophy 101 even though it assaults all of your core beliefs or quit. To file foreclosure on your house or try to save it. How we deal with those in-between spots depends upon our decisions; we can either fail or flourish in those moments.

I chose to be in my marriage. I chose to mother children someone else birthed. I chose to love even when it’s hard. So, yes, it is hard and I do have those unbeautiful WHY Jesus, WHY?! moments. But not because I’m a step-mom, but because it’s life. Life isn’t meant to be lived in a bubble of no pain or struggle. Without pain and struggle, we won’t understand the beauty of health and success. [Or hilarity, because really, when a five year-old eats a box of Reece’s Pieces and tries to poop them out in the restroom right after, nothing says great parenting more loudly than in that moment.]

To answer the question publicly, yes, I do have moments when I ask myself if my choices, decisions, and transitions, are worth it. But even my savior had a moment—alone on a garden floor in Gethsemane—when he asked for a substitution. When one wasn’t granted to him, he then asked for transformation. In my moments on my proverbially garden floor, I don’t want to ask for substitution… I need to beg for a transformation of heart, mind, and soul.

*Mom, I didn’t say the word “hell.” It was Kati. Don’t wash my mouth out with soap!

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