My husband is an amazing father. He knows his kids inside and out, just like any father should. He knows what they like to eat, what they will watch when it comes to movie time, what their argument will be for not wanting to take a shower...everything. And they know him. Dad likes this. Dad doesn't do that. Dad always wears this on game days. Dad love this. Dad doesn't have that. The words "he never liked that before" or "if it weren't for you, Dad wouldn't do that" seem to ring in our house constantly.
I feel like I'm always failing when it comes to being a part of their crowd. Pizza night? I order from the wrong place, or the wrong kind. Movies? We've seen that already. Dad would have known. Dad knows what we like. Dad makes my (fill in the blank) the way I like them. Why doesn't Dad just make dinner? We play this game with Dad, not that one. Dad. Is. Perfect. (I hear: why are you here??)
Yet, even with Super Dad in place, the five of us still do everything together when they're at our house. But at times it feels like the four of them would be better off without me. I don't understand the ongoing battle for superiority in mini golf when we play. I don't know who gets to hold the popcorn when we go to the movies. Even this summer when we went on their annual family vacation (much longer post on that later), I was experiencing things with their family for the first time yet this was old hat to the kids and my husband. What I found to be exciting, was merely old news. All of their habits have been established years before I came into the picture. And seem to be set in stone. Really big, super glued and concreted stone.
I've always felt I just don't have a place. Until the other day.
We went to visit my folks while they were on one of their camping excursions and while I was inside the camper helping my mom prep for dinner, the kids and their dad were outside playing a game, "Who Knows Dad The Best". My SD yells to me that I should play too. This felt like a trap. I got a knot in my stomach the size of a soccer ball wondering if they were
So I tell her I'm going to be a little while but to go ahead without me. I'd help them if they got stuck on something they didn't know. All the while I'm trying to tell myself I'd give anything to win that game.
So, as I am
"What is Dad's favorite food?". Duh, sushi I think to myself.
"Besides, sushi..." Crap, I would have nailed that one!
The kids throw out their answers of tacos, steak...a lot of um...and I dunno's...and finally the youngest, my 7 year old stepson says, "Lasagna". Of course. This is right and I'm proud of him for knowing (while mentally high fiving myself).
The questions continue from "Dad's favorite sport" to "Dad's favorite color"...easy questions.
And then it happened. The questions got harder and the kids were stumped. They didn't know what his favorite time of year was. They didn't know what his favorite soda was. They didn't know his favorite vacation or even his favorite band.
And I did!
Then the questions turned to the kids' favorites. And this time, Dad didn't know them!
And I did!!!
And though I wasn't outside playing along with them, I had a feeling inside that I had never had before. For the first time I was thinking that I might actually "get them". And maybe next time we did something together, I'd have a chance of doing it right. Or anticipating their wants.
This one little tiny moment of shimmering hope stood in my mind and shrunk down that soccer ball in my stomach.
For the first time, something as simple as knowing my step son's favorite color was yellow, when their Dad didn't, made me feel like
When I became a Stepmom, I expected everything to fall in line and to be able to step into their lives and fit like a perfect puzzle. I had been able to do that with my husband and figured the kids would be just as easy. I. Was. Wrong.
It hasn't been all rainbows and butterflies but finally, I'm feeling like I am making strides with the kids and we are starting to build our own super glued concrete rock. It may have really rough edges, and may not always stick together just perfect, but it is ours. And it is a start.
What was your "I Fit!!" moment with your new family? Did it take time or was it instant?