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Being a Stepdad

by Doug McIntire

After three-plus years of being a stepdad, you tend to learn a few things. For me, I’ve learned that mom isn’t so good at math, which makes my arrival in the family both timely and fortuitous. But more importantly, I’ve learned how much a twelve-year-old can sneak in to steal your heart when you aren’t looking. It only took a slip on the parallel bars in gym class, followed by a broken nose, and my rush to get to the school to see how she was for me to realize that she had slipped in when I wasn’t looking and had latched onto me in ways that I couldn’t foresee. Now that the surgery to reset her nose is over and she’s sitting on the couch watching movies, her nose bandaged in a splint to prevent it from moving, it still tugs my heart strings to know she’s hurting and there’s really nothing I can do about it. So I get her ice cream, and take her pillows and blankets, and hope that I’ll be there the next time she falls, hopefully to keep her from hurting herself, but at least to help her dust herself off.

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Doug McIntire likes to write a lot but enjoys time with his family more.

7 comments:

roxanne said...

Lovely six.

Cat said...

Heartfelt sentiments

Joe said...

What a sweet six. Very well-written and just a nice one to read this morning.

Ryan W. Bradley said...

I know this feeling exactly. I have a ten year old stepson, and boy have I felt this. Very nice read.

Anonymous said...

Nice.

Madam Z said...

I was a step-daughter, and my step-father wasn't nearly as nice as you are. Your little girl is lucky to have you. You also write well...

mgirl said...

She is very lucky to have you and so is your wife, it isn't always so wonderful. Way to go, and very sweet six!