{"id":923,"date":"2006-02-14T23:18:12","date_gmt":"2006-02-15T06:18:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=923"},"modified":"2006-04-05T14:43:09","modified_gmt":"2006-04-05T21:43:09","slug":"113998789206762737","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=923","title":{"rendered":"113998789206762737"},"content":{"rendered":"<div><a title=\"photo sharing\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/obnoxiousaries\/98547662\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/static.flickr.com\/26\/98547662_6ef97589d3.jpg\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/obnoxiousaries\/98547662\/\"><br \/>\n<\/a><\/div>\n<p>When I was 18 years old I became a step parent.<\/p>\n<p>This was one the hardest roads I would ever have to take. I questioned if I would be able to do it.  Honestly, I think I did a crappy job of it.<\/p>\n<p>I was selfish. Being #2 in someone&#8217;s life wasn&#8217;t something I was comfortable being.<\/p>\n<p>Those first few years were the hardest. I thought I was doing the right thing by everyone, but the reality of it was I was hurting my ex, his son and his son&#8217;s mother. I didn&#8217;t want him to be walked on and I fought and pushed him to stand up for himself.<\/p>\n<p>I wasn&#8217;t ready to step back and let him form the relationship he needed to form on his own.<br \/>\n&#8220;You need to do this&#8230;You need to that&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I use to say, &#8220;i&#8217;m not trying to be his mother.&#8221; but the reality was, I wanted that. I wanted to be his mom. Sometimes it wasn&#8217;t enough just being a step-mom. I regret that, because my actions were selfish and immature.  Ryan had a mother and even if I didn&#8217;t believe in the things she said and did, It wasn&#8217;t my place to push and pull.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m sorry Kiddo. I&#8217;ve always loved you Ryan. You taught me more things about myself than I ever thought I could learn.<\/p>\n<p>It wasn&#8217;t until last year in the car ride home from Marine World that we had the first real conversation in the 14 years I&#8217;ve been apart of your life.  I guess I never really knew you. I never thought to ask you what you thought, because I was afaid of what you would say.<\/p>\n<p>Now, now that your dad and I aren&#8217;t together and i&#8217;m moving into a different part of my life, I realize how much I&#8217;m not ready to let you go as my step son. You prepared me for the person I am today.  I want to joke with you and connect with you so I don&#8217;t lose you forever.<\/p>\n<p>I hope that someday we can sit down and you can tell me everything you have stored up in your head and heart. I think I might be mature enough to hear it now.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m proud of you. I am so proud that you became the person you are despite everything you&#8217;ve been through, heard and seen.  You&#8217;re smart, loving and damn funny.<\/p>\n<p>Happy Birthday Kiddo.<\/p>\n<p>and happy birthday to one of the greatest friends we both share, Chelsea.<br \/>\nMy beautiful friend, Lisa did a bang up job as a mother to raise someone that is a role model to every person that she comes in contact with.  She&#8217;s my role model too.<\/p>\n<p>Must be something about people born the day after Valentine&#8217;s Day&#8230;they have all the left over love cupid didn&#8217;t use.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I was 18 years old I became a step parent. This was one the hardest roads I would ever have to take. I questioned if I would be able to do it. Honestly, I think I did a crappy job of it. I was selfish. Being #2 in someone&#8217;s life wasn&#8217;t something I was comfortable being. Those first few years were the hardest. I thought I was doing the right thing by everyone, but the reality of it was I was hurting my ex, his son and his son&#8217;s mother. I didn&#8217;t want him to be walked on and I fought and pushed him to stand up for himself. I wasn&#8217;t ready to step back and let him form the relationship he needed to form on his own. &#8220;You need to do this&#8230;You need to that&#8230;&#8221; I use to say, &#8220;i&#8217;m not trying to be his mother.&#8221; but the reality was, I wanted that. I wanted to be his mom. Sometimes it wasn&#8217;t enough just being a step-mom. I regret that, because my actions were selfish and immature. Ryan had a mother and even if I didn&#8217;t believe in the things she said and did, It wasn&#8217;t my place to push and pull. I&#8217;m sorry Kiddo. I&#8217;ve always loved you Ryan. You taught me more things about myself than I ever thought I could learn. It wasn&#8217;t until last year in the car ride home from Marine World that we had the first real conversation in the 14 years I&#8217;ve been apart of your life. I guess I never really knew you. I never thought to ask you what you thought, because I was afaid of what you would say. Now, now that your dad and I aren&#8217;t together and i&#8217;m moving into a different part of my life, I realize how much I&#8217;m not ready to let you go as my step son. You prepared me for the person I am today. I want to joke with you and connect with you so I don&#8217;t lose you forever. I hope that someday we can sit down and you can tell me everything you have stored up in your head and heart. I think I might be mature enough to hear it now. I&#8217;m proud of you. I am so proud that you became the person you are despite everything you&#8217;ve been through, heard and seen. You&#8217;re smart, loving and damn funny. Happy Birthday Kiddo. and happy birthday to one of the greatest friends we both share, Chelsea. My beautiful friend, Lisa did a bang up job as a mother to raise someone that is a role model to every person that she comes in contact with. She&#8217;s my role model too. Must be something about people born the day after Valentine&#8217;s Day&#8230;they have all the left over love cupid didn&#8217;t use.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-923","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-random"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/923","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=923"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/923\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=923"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=923"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=923"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}