Do you know how I know I am a real parent? Because I feel completely taken for granted. If I was one of those stepmoms who wanted nothing to do with the kids, then everything I did for them would be noticed.
But my husband and the kids just assume I will always be around to take care of them, so why bother to acknowledge or say thank you, right?
I guess this is a good thing. I don't want the kids to feel like they have to earn my love or be afraid that I will leave someday. But...
I constantly feel inadequate, like I'm the wrong person for this job. Someone else would do it better. Someone else would keep up with the laundry and always have a clean house. Someone else would never get frustrated helping with homework. Someone else wouldn't say no so often. The list goes on and on.
Bottom line: someone else is better suited to raise these kids.
But here I am. I am who they ended up with. And I'm trying. And when I get something right, I'd just like some sort of reassurance that I'm headed in the right direction. Any kind of sign that I'm not doing more harm than good.
Is that too much to ask?