I'm Lindsay Ferrier, a Nashville writer with a passion for family travel, exploring Tennessee, and raising kids without losing my mind in the process. This is where I share my discoveries, along with occasional deep thoughts, pop culture tangents and a sprinkling of snark. Want to get in touch? Use the CONTACT form at the top of the page.
November 6, 2008
>While I’ve devoted many, many posts on this blog to my two smallest children, I almost never write about my older girls- even though their lives are no less interesting or important to me, and they cause me just as many sleepless nights as my younger children (but for entirely different reasons).
The reason that I don’t write much about my older girls is that somewhere along the way, before I even started blogging, their stories became their own. I tell Punky and Bruiser’s tales because they can’t tell them themselves. For now, I am their archivist. I am their memory and, for better or for worse, I decide most of what makes it into their personal histories, at least until they’re a little bigger.
My older girls, though, are mature enough to decide on their own what they want shared with the world and what they don’t. They don’t need my help or interference. My youngest stepdaughter keeps her stories to herself. My oldest, not so much.
And so even though there are literally thousands of hilarious and poignant and fascinating stories I could tell you about my stepdaughters, I don’t. I have told a few, and the number has gotten smaller every year as their need for privacy has increased. I feel good about my decision… But when I see pictures like these, I literally ache for the lost years when my girls were growing up without me.
This is my oldest stepdaughter, who just turned 18. She has been a joy to raise. She is wonderful to talk to and watch movies with, she is a brilliant actress and writer, and she comes home every single day with a million entertaining anecdotes. I’ve known her for eight years now, and she has made every one of those years intensely special and charming and fun. And I can just tell from these pictures that she must have been an enchanting little girl, too.
And so, as I make extravagant little meals for Punky and Bruiser and snuggle with them and dance with them to our worn-out Zorba the Greek CD, I can’t help but think about how I would love to have helped this little girl brush her teeth, read her picture books, taken her to the zoo and the botanical gardens, tucked her in at night, and taught her her ABCs.
How I would love to have taken a hundred thousand pictures of her and written down all the funny and charming things she did and said. How I would love to have left her and her sister a record that not only documented their early years in minute detail, but also let them know how much I love and care about them.
As it is, they’ll just have to take my word for it.
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>Wow. She is so beautiful. I think I’m about to cry.
>You are the stepmother that any kid in need of one would dream of having. You are both lucky people.
>wow. this brings tears to my eyes.
>As a fellow stepmom can I say I am really feeling this post. Thank you.
>I reckon they know, and reciprocate the feeling in their own ways best known to them and you.Great, touching post, Lindsay.
>I just love this post. I’m not a stepmother, nor do I have one, so I can’t relate personally. But I think the relationship you have with your older girls is amazing.
>Oh my goodness. Crying now.
>When I was 6 my Dad got remarried. He and my step mom had two kids shortly after. I would have killed to have you as my Stepmom rather than her. To her I was always the kid that didn’t matter, the kid that “stole” time away from her and her boys twice a month. You are a dream come true!
>This brought tears to my eyes-beautiful post! She is so lucky to have such a special step-mom. Being a stepmother is a tricky job. But it is also a wonderful opportunity. My relationship with my step-daughter is one I treasure and will never take for granted.
>You just made me cry. I am a full time step mom, and this is exactly how I feel about my own stepdaughters. I’ve tried to explain it to them, how I wish I had a funny story to go with each funny picture I have of them, like I do for my own bio-kids. But, I don’t. And that sorta breaks my heart. You said it perfectly. Thanks!
>Wow. That is amazing. For whatever reasons you are in their lives or for whatever reasons you were brought into their lives you sure have been able to be the kind of mother to them that they deserve.
>From one stepmother to another: THANK YOU.
>A lovely tribute. I assume the title mean lost to you?
>I love this post! I wish the perception of step mothers was this, and not Cinderella or Snow White.I’m right here with you!
>I’m a fairly new reader, so you might have already addressed this question before. But is your stepdaughters’ mother in their lives at all? I’m also sorry if this is too personal of a question, so please feel to tell me to mind my own business if you want!
>What a beautiful post…if only every step parent felt the way you do.
>Gorgeous. What a precious little girl she was, and how affirming of you to recognize that.
>What a beautiful step-mother sentiment. I always say that the step is there to illustrate the choice to be in the child’s life (when you stepped into their lives) Very special.
>She is a beauty…this is such a sweet post!
>My friend wrote her daughter a letter like this post. Her daughter was adopted at age 7, and my friend aches for those years too.
>Oh if you could have only been my step mother. You are both so lucky to have each other.
>You said everything I wish I’d said to my own stepchildren before they were grown.
>Somehow I bet they know.I have a step-mom and she hates me. She and my dad have been together since I was 6 years old and she has always despised me. Because I am a girl, because I was a daddy’s girl. She liked my brothers, but never me. Now my step-dad, he is amazing. We are his kids, he is our daddy, there is no question about it, even though I was almost 8 when we met. Your words and the meaning behind them are beautiful. I’m sure they know you love them….even if they have a great mom too.
>This post is gorgeous…but oh my goodness, those pictures are AMAZING!
>Another fellow stepmom here, and wanted to say excellent post. My girl is 15 now and I have had her since she was three. She doesn’t really remember her only child life of three short years that changed so quickly when her dad and I married and she had an instant big sister and big brother and baby sister on the way. Blended families have their challenges, but they surely do have some sweet rewards as well.
>Wow, I feel exactly the same way about my oldest stepdaughter. I see pictures of the gorgeous little girl she was and wish I could have been there to know her and to nurture the amazing being she is. I’m so proud to be her other mom and just seeing the way she’s grown the past three years has been amazing. Wish I could have had those previous 10 with her as well.anna
>As a stepdaughter myself, I can honestly say, your girls are very lucky to have you.
>I’m a stepdaughter and I echo what’s been said, those girls are very lucky to have you in their life. Being loved by a step parent does wonders for a kid.
>Just echoing the two stepdaughters above me in saying how wonderful it is for them to have a stepmom who loves them like her own. It’s a beautiful thing when families are created by love as much as by blood. I hope you tell her to read this…
>I’ve had my stepdaughter in my life since she was barely 3. I still wish I had those baby and toddler years to remember.