I used to think I had to speak up to belong.
For the introverted stepmom who feels overlooked in loud rooms—this post is a reflection on the power of deep listening, self-worth, and quiet connection.
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The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves. ~ Victor Hugo
We are want to be loved for who we are, as well as be appreciated for what we do. And this is true for especially for stepmoms (as well as stepdads.)
It's hard to come into an already established family, figuring out how and where to fit into the established norms and routines your partner has with the kids.
You might ask yourself if the giggles you hear are about you or them reminiscing about past memories - those before you came along.
Just know that it takes time to create the kind of relationship you're looking for, most particularly so when it comes to stepfamilies.
Give it time. Exercise patience. And hopefully, you too will be loved for who you are, or rather loved in spite of who you are.
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