But, over the years I have come to my senses.
While my step mom is not my mom, and never can be, here are some things that she is.
-- With my dad she is one of the greatest supporters of me and my family.
-When I found myself in the throes of postpartum depression after my fifth child, she jumped right in to help. She started taking the kids twice a week so I could have time to heal, to do what I needed to do to get through this challenge.
-She still takes my children at least once a week. She takes them shopping with her, plans craft activities with them, and bakes cookies with them. She made sure they had child seats for the car so she could take them on outings without having to take the seats out of my car.
-- She is an extra grandma for my children.
- My children do not call her grandma. But she has never treated them as anything less than her own biological grandchildren. She has never treated them as inferior.
- She doesn't spend time with them for me anymore. She spends time with them because she loves them and she loves to spend time with them.
- She has joined us on our outings when I have needed an extra pair of hands and eyes. She comes to the Children's museum with us. She comes to the park with us when it is warm. My kids love going to Grandpa and Marilee's house.
Here is what she is not.
-- She is not perfect. There are things about everybody, even my siblings, that annoy me and frustrate me.
- Even though she is not perfect it is such a blessing to have her in our family. She does so much for us. Shortly after joining our family she had to battle breast cancer and has since struggled with her health. Despite her own health challenges she is present and involved in the lives of my children. She still takes the time to be a grandma to my five children. Four of my children did not know my mom in this life.
-Despite the times she annoys me or frustrates me, I am so grateful to have somebody there to lend a supporting hand when I need it. She is not my mom. She never can be my mom. She can never fill the shoes my mom filled. They are too different and have different parts of my life to fill. I don't think she knows what a blessing she has been in my life.
So yes, I still miss my mom every day. I wonder so many times how my mom dealt with six kids. Did she question her ability as a mother like I do? How did she handle the situations that I face with my children? These are questions I do not talk about with my step mom. These are questions I reserve for my mom.
But I have an extra person in my life to help me through the hard times. I have somebody in my life who will give me the shirt off her back if I needed it. I have somebody who helps me to teach my children the right way.
Plus, I have someone who will go with me to the General Women's Conference. And because I just live down the street, she makes sure we have a seat at Stake Conference. She doesn't complain when my kids want to sit next to her, cry, or have a temper tantrum at church. She has taken my youngest more than once at church and gotten him to sleep.
I have someone who wants all of my children around despite the challenges I face with them. I have someone who doesn't judge me or my parenting for the lack of house cleanliness. She tries to teach my children to help me out. I have someone who, even when we have a difficult day, always comes back for more!
As an adult I realize she can never replace my mom, can never fill the same role in my life. I also realize that without her my life would not be as full. I would have an unbearable hole. She does not fill the hole my mom left, but she adds extra fullness to my life. I still have a hole, but she makes that hole bearable.
I don't know if Marilee will ever read this, but anybody else who does will know, that I am grateful for her in my life. I am grateful for the love and joy she brings. I am not grateful my mom died when she did, but I am grateful that somebody can be there for me when my own mom can't.

















































