Saturday, February 18, 2017

Random thoughts of a step parent

Step-parenting is a topic that I'm approached about regularly, so here comes a blog that scratches the surface. Please note that I've never felt, thought, or indicated that I'm the mother of Mike's kids.  I'm not.  It's that simple.  When I refer to the kids in my life, I rarely include "my" with it unless I'm talking about the dogs.  I won't claim to understand what biological moms (and dads) have been through or are going through when it comes to many issues regarding their children, particularly the whole birthing part, never sleeping, etc.  Or what adoptive parents go through.  Or single/widowed parents.  Just as those folks don't understand the challenges unique to step parents.  But I do understand the challenges of living with children, thanks to my 3 incredible step children.  I have a good idea of how torturous it feels when kids are hurting or sad, how elated you feel when they are happy and celebrating successes, and the frustration you feel when they're being a pain in the ass in general. ;-)

Shortly after meeting Mike and his two sons and daughter, I realized my life was about to forever change.  I was heading into uncharted waters, and I was fairly terrified.  Not only was I trying to comprehend this man in my life who truly just wanted me to be happy, but I was learning about his 10, 7, and 5-year-old children as well.  So I joined some online step parenting groups and holy smokes, they were not for me.  The two groups I was in were filled with people who had a lot of anger and jealousy and resentment going on.  Believe me, I understand to some degree that it can be difficult to be married to a man, his kids, and (essentially) his ex-wife.  That's fodder for a whole 'nuther blog, actually. I also understand needing a place to vent that doesn't involve your husband, too, but I was looking more for some magical place that told you how to do this parenting stuff.  How to be the best stepmom ever!  Ah, how silly I am sometimes.  So I removed myself from those groups and spent my time talking to parents who I think do an amazing job with and for their kids.

Anyone who has exposure to kids realizes the many shifts in attitude, preferences, happiness level, etc. as they grow.  Or even in one afternoon.  I remember asking Mike early on how he always just knew what to do with his kids.  He said, quite bluntly, "I have no clue what I'm doing. You just make it up as you go along as a parent".  Mike is an amazing father, and his ability to know what to do so naturally often frustrates me.  I'm definitely the more reactive of the two of us, though (go ahead and chuckle, those of you who know us well), and I always jump to the worst possible scenario first.  That dear man talks me off the ledge more times than not.

But here's what I've learned about being a step parent since meeting the kidlets 6-1/2 years ago.  These are things I've learned through my own experience as a stepchild, as a stepmom whose stepkids still have both parents very active in their lives, and from fellow step parent friends.  I know some step parents are actually replacing an actual parent (due to death or absence, etc.) and I won't speak to those experiences.  This is just my little view of things.  And I think a lot of these things apply to kids in general, no matter how you're involved in their life.
- Remember that the kids have parents already.  That's not your job.  You are here to support your spouse and be a good role model for the kids.  I know of several people who get very upset/offended if their stepchildren don't call them mom (or dad, but I see it way more with stepmoms).  Um, you're not.  That's not a realistic expectation, so please don't get all upset with the kid(s).  The same goes when the child wants their mom/dad when they are not having a good day. It's a pretty natural reaction, when you think about it.  I'm 42-years-old and when the shit hits the fan, I want my mommy!
- Let them call you whatever they are comfortable with.  For me, it was KC for many years.  Now it's Kristen, or "my stepmom", or "hey"!  This also is something to consider when you're out in public with them and someone refers to you as the parent ("having a good time with your mom today?").  Ask the kids how they want that handled, and do what they say.  I typically just say "oh, I'm not their mom, but so lucky to be part of their lives" or some such thing.  That tends to stop the child's discomfort and move the conversation swiftly along.
- Realize they may not like you, at least in principle, and that's OK.  Their parents have separated.  They are adjusting to a whole new world.  As a person whose parents divorced, I get it. Even if/when divorce was the best solution, kids are pissed about it.  And now here YOU are, you jerk!  ;-)  Give them time.  Be there for them whenever they come around.  Unless you actually are an idiot, remember it's likely not you they are reacting to.
- Never speak poorly of the bio parent.  I learned this lesson very well from my classy mother who, although armed with more than enough fuel to, never spoke ill of my father.  She still doesn't.  She encouraged me to visit him and keep up a relationship.  Which I didn't, but that's through no fault of hers.  Here's the thing: kids are WAY smarter and more intuitive than we give them credit for.  They'll figure out each parent's deal.  Let them.  Help them in positive ways if they want your guidance.  But leave the trash talk out of it!  They'll know later in life who did what and who is always there for them.  Be the one they automatically KNOW has their back.  Don't worry about what the other parent is doing.
- Come across as a united front with your spouse.  Mike is the kids' dad and what he says goes.  I don't always agree with him, but I back him up Every.Single.Time.  He, too, has learned to ask me if I've already answered a question, as kids love that two-ends-to-the-middle game, which we fell prey to more than a few times.  We talk about things privately when things come up that could go a number of ways.  But I've found that kids respond well to solidarity, and to knowing whichever person they talk to, it's going to be the same result.  It brings stability.
- You can't buy them.  Listen, I fully understand the tendency to go overboard giving the kids things.  You see the happiness on their faces, and you think maybe they'll be more excited to see you and spend time with you.  Just ask the two youngest about the time we spent $99.99 for those stupid rubber-band bracelet things.  They need to like you for who you are though.  NO kid will turn down gifts.  That's just not possible.  So spare your wallet the pain, and just be you.

I love being a stepmom, and I can't imagine life without the kids.  They make me happy.  They make me proud.  They make me want to pull my hair out.  They make me feel like I am making a difference somehow.  They make me feel loved, and I couldn't possibly love them more <3


~K

Friday, February 10, 2017

Exercise is not my favorite

I know, I know... kinda dumb to say considering I run a fitness-based business!  I try to keep it real, though, so for the sake of honesty, I just don't enjoy exercise.  So why do I do it, and why do I hope everyone else does, too?

Since my teenage years, I've had one medical thing or another going on.  Migraines (including loss of vision and others that mimic stroke), syncope, ulcers, inflammatory arthritis, osteoarthritis, mitral valve prolapse, degenerative disc disease, spontaneous dissection of my carotid and vertebral arteries (at the same time, in the same location, egads!), fibromyalgia, kidney stones and infections, breast lumps (with biopsies), pre-cancerous cells here and there, and I've been "watched" for more things than I can remember or name.  With all that came a lot of medication, testing, missed time from work, and medical bills.  At one point, I just got tired of living like that.  Each day had me feeling like a zombie, worried about bills, and unhappy in general.  I was fairly certain that exercise was out of the question... it honestly never occurred to me to give that a shot as it hurt to move from point A to point B as it was.

Enter a lovely rheumatologist in the early 2000's who, upon our initial consult, highly suggested working with a nutritionist to try and heal my body from within.  I remember thinking and saying "if it's not covered by insurance, I can't afford it".  Which was the case.  I wish, though, I pushed harder to do something about it for myself all those years ago.

Fast forward to my meeting Michael and trying to keep up with him and the three kiddos.  No small feat!  They are, all 4, vibrant and active people who love life and exploring.  I clearly remember going to Disneyworld and, on day 3, hoping I'd just die because the pain was at an 11.  My oldest stepson is very aware of how others are feeling and persuaded everyone to just take a rest day when he realized how much I was struggling.  Imagine that!  I was overcome with gratitude but also ashamed that my little family would spend a full day of a short vacation just hanging out because I couldn't cope.  Ugh.



A couple of years later, after booking a winter trip to Florida, a friend posted about a new program that combined exercise and nutrition to help you get ready for the beach.  How timely, I thought!  Forget the exercise part, but here was a fairly affordable way to learn how to eat with support and guidance!  So I signed up, and Mike joined me.

I'm not going to lie, there was a lot of "what the hell did I agree to" moments when my kit came and I started trying to figure out meal plans for both of us and how to fit time in for blasted exercise (my nemesis, but an integral part of this whole process).  But every morning I looked at a long row of medicine bottles and every evening I tried to figure out how to pay off medical bills, so I pushed ahead.  Knowing I spent money on this also pushed me to follow it to a T so I got my money's worth.  And it changed our lives.

Yes, I became one of those "before/after" picture girls and yes, I know how annoying that can be.  But damn, now I get why so many people post those things.  I really did feel amazing and I wanted the whole world to know it!  A month after I started eating properly and added in some highly modified exercise, I felt like an entirely different person.  I had energy.  I had stamina.  I slept well.  I cut back many meds.  Skip ahead to 6 months later, and I was off all meds.  I remain of all meds nearly 3 years later.  It still takes a small act of congress to get my head into the exercise game each day, but I know how I'll feel if I don't, and that's pretty great motivation. On the flip side, I've never worked out and regretted it, and I remind myself of that often.  I also find myself missing exercise when I'm on the DL and can't get to it.  Whoulda thunk it??

It's true what they say... move it or lose it.  I have NO intention of losing it.  I've come too far.  I want to have many more vacations with Mike and the kids, and I do not want to be the reason we hang in the hotel all day to rest.

Remember, do just a little more today than you did yesterday.  Even if it's a matter of a few steps more.  Park one spot farther away from the store.  Do one more squat.  Any improvement counts!  Cherish your body, and do all you can to keep it going.  It won't do it for you.



~K