Last night my oldest stepson came to visit me and his brother before he left to go back to college. My heart was overwhelmed at the energy in the room. There he and his best friend were playing with my son (his youngest brother) and having a good ol' time playing as boys do. After they left and my son went to bed, I just reflected on my experience of that interaction. What did I come up with? I love family. I am a family girl. I love family and I love being a mother. It doesn't matter who birthed a child (and my stepson's mother is WONDERFUL!), I know I can love unconditionally and care for a child with open arms and open heart. And even though our family isn't a unit any longer, I still consider him my son.
I loved being in their presence. I just sat back most of the time on the couch and watched them play. We laughed, we played, we talked grown-up (my stepboo as I call him is so spiritually enlightened now-*tear). And my heart was overwhelmed with joy. Today, I smile.
Blessings,
Aurellia
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