I never expected to cry at my stepson’s wedding. “Only real moms get a seat in the front”, his fiancée told me — so I watched the wedding from the back… Until my boy turned around and changed everything with six simple words.

I first met Nathan when he was just 6, all big eyes and skinny limbs, hiding behind his father’s leg at our third date.

Richard had mentioned he had a son, of course, but seeing this small, wounded child changed something inside me.

“Nathan,” Richard had said gently, “this is Victoria, the lady I told you about.”

I knelt down to his level and said. “Hi Nathan. Your dad says you like dinosaurs. I brought you something.” I handed him a small gift bag containing a book about paleontology.

I didn’t give him a toy since  I wanted him to know I saw him as more than just a child to be placated. He didn’t smile, but he took the bag.

After that, Richard told me Nathan slept with that book under his pillow for weeks.

That was the beginning of my relationship with him. The child needed stability, and I knew exactly how to handle him.

I didn’t rush things and didn’t try to force affection. As Richard proposed six months later, I made sure to ask Nathan’s permission too.

“Would it be okay if I married your dad and lived with you guys?” I asked him one afternoon while we baked chocolate chip cookies together.

He considered this seriously while licking batter from a spoon. “Will you still make cookies with me if you’re my stepmom?”

“Every Saturday,” And I kept that promise, even when he became a teenager and claimed cookies were “for kids.”

As Richard and I married, Nathan’s biological mother had been gone for two years. No phone calls, no birthday cards. Just a gaping absence that a six-year-old couldn’t understand.

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