In 2013 I met my wonderful husband. I had left a bad relationship and was not looking for anything serious. I was so surprised when I met him and instantly knew that he was exactly who I was looking for.
The bonus was that he had a young son from a previous relationship. His baby boy was a month older than the baby I had lost (reference healing after miscarriage).
I had so much fun shopping for him and doing things with him, but we didn’t bond as mother and son right away. On his first birthday I realized that he was my rainbow baby. I knew that I was getting to watch him do all the things my little one should be doing.
Fast forward a year, and we were married. He was officially my “stepson”, although I don’t use that term. To me he was, and is, my son. I have helped care for him since he was a baby. He calls me mom (even though he has a mother he gets to visit regularly). I have been there for all the things a mother should be there for. His first word, potty training, doctor appointments, and every first day of school.