The Day I Stopped Being A Stepmum
THE DAY I STOPPED BEING A STEPMUM
Suddenly, aged 20, I became stepmum t o three children
Jay, nine, Dan, seven, and Kerry- the baby, aged five. At first, it was hard, to say the least. The children
would do anything to test my patience.
I've never tried to be anything other than a stepmum. The kids have their own mum and I've always
respected that. I was always ‘Jenny ‘. As time passed however, it was wonderful to be accepted into
their lives.
The older they grew, the fonder I grew of them, and the less I regretted never having children of my
own. I loved them as if they were my own.
When Kerry announced she was having a baby, Steve and Iwere really happy. Kerry was like the
daughter I'd never had.
So, when little Bradley arrived, I was knocked sideways by the outpouring of love I felt towards him.
I've never been maternal but, holding him in my arms, Ijust melted.
(Part two)
on Mother’s Day last year, I was watching from the window, waiting for little Bradley, aged one to
arrive. “ Theyre here, theYre here,” I shrieked excitedly, as the car pulled up.
Eagerly, I ran out of the front door, and made straight for the cars rear door to get Bradley out of
his baby seat. “Hello BJ,” I said, as Bradley grinned up at me. I always called him BJ_ short for Bradley
Jones.
Clutched carefully in his little hand was a bunch of paper flowers. “Give her the flowers,” Kerry
urged gently.
He gave me the bouquet and sweetly said “Nan.”
I stared at him, astonished and in tears, then I gently took him out of his chair and held him to me
tightly.” I'm Bradley's Nan, I'm Bradley's Nan;" I kept repeating to myself with delight " he's just said so.”
Then, holding my precious flowers carefully, I went back inside with my grandson.
It was the happiest moment of my entire life. Since then I've become a grand-mother.