Letter to my Step-Daughter
Dear sweet girl,
You are incredible and an amazing individual. I feel so blessed to be part of your life and amazed that I get to watch you grow and change.
The past 10 years have not been easy for our relationship. I wanted you to accept me as your “step-mom” as quickly as I accepted you as my daughter.
I’m not patient, but your dad is. He told me to be patient and just wait, you would get there.
Years went by along with countless birthdays, Christmas’, and graduations and I still longed to know you more.
I loved your dad so very much and wanted to be part of your life. He told me to be patient and just wait, you would get there.
I enjoyed any time that I spent with you, and couldn’t wait to sit and talk to you and find out more about who you are and what you wanted to be.
I became discouraged when there was drama and things didn’t go like I hoped they would. He told me to be patient and just wait, you would get there.
I realized over time, that you were wounded by the divorce in your family as I was in mine, and healing takes time.
Year after year, I prayed for you and for our relationship. He told me to be patient and just wait, you would get there.
Then slowly, we began to talk, and even laugh and I will never forget the first hug you gave me.
And our friendship began to grow, I saw little glimpses of progress. He told me to be patient and just wait, you would get there.
I didn’t want to be your “Mom”, because you have a wonderful one. But I did want to be part of your life because I love your dad.
I see so much of your dad in you, and I think he is amazing, and you are too. I wanted to tell you this, but I didn’t. He told me to be patient and just wait, you would get there.
He told me to be patient and that was so hard. I wanted an instant family, for you to fit right into our family with my kids, and that was so selfish of me.
Being patient was hard, but oh the wonderful things I was able to see and observe in that time. I watched you grow and mature from a distance.
He told me to wait. Wait for what? He just told me to wait. So I waited.
I waited for the first hug you initiated. I waited for the first time you would ask my opinion on something.
I waited for the first time we laughed until we cried. I waited for the first time you made fun of me. Those times were worth the wait.
He told me you would get there, and you did.
I have so much love for you as my “step” daughter. And I am thankful for all the “steps” we had to take to get where we are today.
I love you sweet girl and am so glad you are my daughter from another mother.