Although being a step-parent wasn't all bad, we did have alot of good days. I remember the first time that my step-children asked to call me "Mommy". They were only 4 and 6 years old at the time. Actually, I was pleasantly surprised the first time I heard the youngest refer to me as mommy.
At the time, I told them I didn't care what they called me, although deep down I felt honored that they thought of me as a mother figure. Our love for each other was undeniable and obvious, but that one word made my heart melt. I'm not sure that Mandy and Julia knew what a step-parent was at the time, but it was clear that they loved me as much as I loved them.
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