My little boy clutched his Valentine’s Day cards in his dimpled hands and beamed with excitement. Sarah, my son’s stepmom, had made them. I forced a smile as my heart exploded with disappointment (along with jealousy and a dash of insult). This was the same feeling that caught my breath when I saw my son wearing a new haircut or clothes she bought. My immediate reaction wasn’t the gratitude I feel today. Back then, when sharing a mothering role was new, my possessiveness over my son was par…
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The little I know I owe to my ignorance. – Orville Mars
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