Every time I see these type of images on facebook I hesitate to LIKE or SHARE them. As I don't want to step on anyone's toes. I understand that my little man has his own mother and I know that I would never want my child to call someone else "mom." This has nothing to do with his actual mother, it is just a little bit of what goes through a step-moms head...
A few years ago, two blue eyed boys came into my life to stay. One as my now husband and the other as my amazing step-son. Brayden was just over a year old when Kyle and I started to see eachother. He was learning to walk and talk, growing and amazing us everyday. He also had a thing for biting peoples toes... but that's another story.
Now, he is almost 5 years old. He goes to school, he can write his name, sound out words, draw our family, and so many more amazing things. Still continuing to grow and amaze us every day. Despite his living situation, this little guy has become one of the smartest kids that I've ever had the pleasure to be around.
As he grows I fear the words that he has not said... I fear that one day he will respond to me with "You're not my mom." Even though I've wiped his butt, taught him to use a spoon, and spent countless days soaking up the sun with him at the beach.. I'm still not his mom. For all of the days we've spent at the park, built forts in his room, and ran around in the yard.. I'm still not his mom. For the hours I've spent at his school and taking him to tee ball and swimming lessons... still not his mom.
For every time I looked him in the eye and told him that I was proud of him, he was my son. Every time he's held my hand when he was scared or buried his head into my side when he was shy, he was my son. Every time I have tucked him in and he's fallen asleep in my arms, he was my son.
I will always love him and be proud of him. He will always be the best big brother I could ever ask for my daughter to have. He will always be my little man. Brayden Tyler Smith, you might never call me mom, but you will ALWAYS be my son. I love you little buddy! <3
A few years ago, two blue eyed boys came into my life to stay. One as my now husband and the other as my amazing step-son. Brayden was just over a year old when Kyle and I started to see eachother. He was learning to walk and talk, growing and amazing us everyday. He also had a thing for biting peoples toes... but that's another story.
Now, he is almost 5 years old. He goes to school, he can write his name, sound out words, draw our family, and so many more amazing things. Still continuing to grow and amaze us every day. Despite his living situation, this little guy has become one of the smartest kids that I've ever had the pleasure to be around.
As he grows I fear the words that he has not said... I fear that one day he will respond to me with "You're not my mom." Even though I've wiped his butt, taught him to use a spoon, and spent countless days soaking up the sun with him at the beach.. I'm still not his mom. For all of the days we've spent at the park, built forts in his room, and ran around in the yard.. I'm still not his mom. For the hours I've spent at his school and taking him to tee ball and swimming lessons... still not his mom.
For every time I looked him in the eye and told him that I was proud of him, he was my son. Every time he's held my hand when he was scared or buried his head into my side when he was shy, he was my son. Every time I have tucked him in and he's fallen asleep in my arms, he was my son.
I will always love him and be proud of him. He will always be the best big brother I could ever ask for my daughter to have. He will always be my little man. Brayden Tyler Smith, you might never call me mom, but you will ALWAYS be my son. I love you little buddy! <3