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Don't Let Anyone Come In That Door

As I left the house, I looked at Danielle, the oldest and informed her, "No one is allowed in the house while we are out. Don't let anyone come in that door. Remember the last time? You were grounded for a week!"

Danielle rolled her big, blue, 15-year-old eyes at me and assured me, "We won't let anyone come in the door, OK?"

I closed the door behind me and joined Sam in the car. Our errands took only about an hour before we were heading home. As Sam navigated the car into the driveway, I looked up and could not believe my eyes. We definitely were not expecting the scene that was unfolding before us!

As we both peered through the windshield of the car, the bottoms of two sneakers were sticking out the front window of our house. When we stepped out of the car we could hear roaring laughter coming from inside of our livingroom, and muffled cries of, "It's not funny! Somebody help me!"

Sam and I unlocked the front door to find the other half of Danielle's boyfriend inside. We didn't think to try to help him, instead we looked straight at Danielle. She shrugged her shoulders and simply stated, "Well, you told me not to let anyone come through the door. You never said not to let people in through the window!"

Dear Reader,

Many people believe that being a mom is the most difficult job in the world. I respectfully disagree. Being a stepmother is, hands down, the most difficult job one can take on. It also happens to be the one that I assumed on June 26, 1993, when I married my husband and his three children.

When I was a little girl, I would wish for a crystal ball so I could see who I was going to marry, where I was going to live, and how many children I would end up having. Never, in a million years, did I ever expect my crystal ball to reveal that I would be a stepmother to anyone, let alone a teenager, a tween, and a kindergartner!

Boy, did my life change the day I said, "I do." All of a sudden I had to be quick on my feet and always stay one step ahead of them.If I let my guard down, the story on the left would become a regular thing.

That, however, was a very long time ago, and I have found my way to having a wonderful relationship with two of the three children I married that day. Unfortunately, one has decided that she needs to distance herself from our family, but that does not mean that she means any less to me than the rest. It is my prayer that she will figure out what it is she is looking for and find her way back to us.

Over the years, the three of them stopped being my "step"children and truly became an extension of me and a part of my heart, for I chose to be their mother.

~Sharon