![]() I used to worry about what others would think if they heard her call me by name. My stepdaughter calls me “Mama K,” and it is exponentially more special to me than if she called me “Mom.” I know I’m not her mom, and I would feel like a fraud if that’s what she chose to call me. That’s why we decided on a special name just between us. Out of respect for her mom, I’d never allow such an extraordinary breach of Amanda’s trust in me with her daughter. But it’s still completely out of the question. She and I are as close as stepmom and daughter can possibly be. My stepdaughter wants to call me “Mom.” I must be doing something right, right? I told her I loved her and couldn’t wait to officially be her stepmom-before we knew it, we’d officially be a family! She pulled back from our embrace, looked up to me with those big beautiful blue eyes and heartwarming grin and said, “After the wedding, can I call you ‘Mom?'” Be still, my heart. ![]() She hugged me extra tight, told me how excited she was, and assured me she would miss me until I saw her again. ![]() I was saying my goodbyes to my sweet almost-stepdaughter as she prepared to catch her flight to the wedding destination, where we’d be reunited in just a couple of days. ![]()
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