Sorry, I was going to post some musings about crossing lines in photography, but I need more time. Coming soon….
This Christmas, I took two photos and then realized they represented a blending of old and new; past and present. In this one, I placed my favorite Christmas mug in front of paper Christmas trees made by my stepdaughter’s late mother. Decorating for Christmas is mostly her stuff, with a few of my things scattered about. I want my stepdaughter, who’s a minor, to feel at home, especially around the holidays.
The photo below was my stepdaughter’s idea:
The “bowler” is from one of her mother’s Bolivian dolls. I can’t believe Rocky consented to having it on his head, but he’s very obedient with my stepdaughter. She loves looking at this photos like this, and I’m glad Rocky entertains her.
It’s not easy being a stepmom, but I am getting there. Last Christmas, my husband’s daughter said she wished she could call her mom and ask her about a recipe. Her older sister and brother smiled sadly and nodded. Then it hit me: I’m the woman they wish was someone else. Of course, they want their mother back, but they’ve done everything to make me feel accepted and welcome. What more could I ask for?
I’ve heard nightmarish things from other stepmoms and stepchildren, and feel so lucky to not have that kind of situation.
Oh, I promise I won’t be trotting out photos of my little Maltese every week. It just worked out that way this time.