Diary of a Wicked (awesome) Stepmother: I See You


I wrote this poem a while ago & wanted to share with my fellow WICKED AWESOME STEPMAMAS... I see you!


I See You

Written By: Ashley-Nichole


To all the moms who aren’t "real moms,"

I see you.


To the ones who make sure dinner is on the table and houses are clean,

I see you.


To the ones who stock the pantry with favorite snack and beverage flavors,

I see you.


To the ones who patiently listen and offer a friendly ear without judgement,

I see you


To the ones who ensure there are princess and superhero Bandaids in the first aid kit,

I see you.


To the ones who stay up late helping to finish homework,

I see you.


To the ones who hot glue themselves into third degree burns for a class project,

I see you.


To the ones who play dress up and wear funny hair and makeup,

I see you.


To the ones who tell bedtime stories with character voices and sound effects,

I see you.


To the ones who spend their money on pink drinks, Beanie Boos and legos,

I see you.


To the ones who remember to pack the sunscreen and bug spray,

I see you.


To the ones who sit at the kids table instead of with the other adults,

I see you.


To the ones who do the laundry, fold the clothes and put them away,

I see you.


To the ones who don’t mind being silly and weird just for a laugh,

I see you.


To the ones who stop what they are doing to help reach something off the top shelf,

I see you.


To the ones who show up only to be ignored,

I see you.


To the ones who wipe away tears and freely give hugs and pats on the back,

I see you.


To the ones who tread the line between giving advice and not overstepping,

I see you.


To the ones who are the cheering the loudest in the stands,

I see you.


To the ones who drive a forgotten important something to the school,

I see you.


To the ones who rush around to find an item that no-one else could seem to find,

I see you.


To the ones who forgo a ladies night out to stay at home to play board games,

I see you.


To the ones who are raising children who aren’t their own, but love them as if they were,

I see you.


To all the moms who aren't "real moms",

because they are so much more,

I see you.