I Am A Wicked Stepmother – Scary Mommy

I Am A Wicked Stepmother

©Kelly Chaplin

Evil, withholding love, despising children and being equally despised by all. Stepmothers in fairy tales are never depicted nicely. I joined this infamous and complicated club ten years ago.

The first time I met my stepdaughter she was wearing Hello Kitty sunglasses and a fluffy pink coat. She marched up to me, held out her arms for a hug, and complimented me on my shoes. This first meeting set the tone for our upcoming relationship; loving and open, full of fun and style tips. After we met we had breakfast at a nearby cafe and we go back to this same restaurant every year for our anniversary. At our wedding in 2008, my stepdaughter was my flower girl and Maid of Honor and at age 7 she proudly walked me down the aisle. We had an ongoing joke where she would ask “guess what?” and I would respond with silly answers. On our wedding day, when I started crying she looked up at me and said, “Guess what? You’re my stepmom now!” This made me cry even harder. For Mother’s Day one year she gave me a t-shirt that read, “My Stepmom is Wicked Cool.” As she has grown older our relationship has changed and I’ve found myself shifting more to friend and confidante. One of my favorite things about her is her humor and how much we laugh together. She makes my life better, every day.

My stepdaughter and I have a fairy tale relationship, and thankfully not the wicked stepmother version.

There are many articles on how hard it is to be a stepmom and horror stories about bratty stepchildren. Often, just telling someone you are a stepmom or have a stepchild is met with a grimace. Add to that being a “childless” stepmom and the negativity multiplies. There are numerous books on how hard and lonely it will be. In one article the author writes: “The reality is this: If you are a childless woman partnered with someone with children, you are an ‘outsider.'”

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©Kelly Chaplin

Thankfully this has not been my experience. Being a stepmom has been easy, because my stepdaughter makes it easy to love her. When people compliment me on being a great stepmom I think, how could I not be? my stepdaughter is the most amazing human I know!

I realize I’m lucky. I hit the stepdaughter jackpot. Even still, the journey has come with its share of judgement and difficulties. Thanks to my supportive husband and family I have done a decent job ignoring the naysayers.

My advice to new or struggling stepmoms would be:

• Don’t read the negative articles and certainly don’t join the forums filled with complaints. The complaining and comparing fuels the negativity fire. (There are wonderful books and resources available for stepfamilies. Seek those out.)

• Create your own rituals. Creating rituals was an important part of uniting us as a family. The rituals and traditions we started early on are some of our favorite memories.

• Ignore the gossip. Being a stepmom made me a target for gossip, especially during the elementary and middle school years. Every time I felt myself being dragged down by negativity or pulled into the gossip, I would tell myself that the only thing that mattered was my relationship with my family. I often wanted to set the story straight or confront the gossip, but my husband would jokingly remind me, “If you play with the pigs you both get dirty, and the pig likes it.”

• Don’t compare households, don’t compete with other households, and don’t criticize other households. Take the high road, always. Your stepchild will thank you, your husband will thank you and your heart will thank you!

We recently celebrated my stepdaughter’s 15th birthday. It’s the 10th birthday I’ve celebrated with her. Looking back at photos, it’s hard not to long for the younger days. But just as much as I miss the early years, I am looking forward to the next decade of being her stepmom. Her Hello Kitty sunglasses are now Jackie O–types and her fluffy pink coat is army green, but the love and laughter remain the same. The fairy tale continues.

To my stepdaughter and my husband, thank you for making me a stepmom. Wicked or not, it’s a title I wear proudly.