My stepson moved out yesterday and I think the reality of it is just setting in. I have been in that kids life since he was 8 years old.
Over the years we have been through a lot together. Although our relationship was strained at times, I have been there for him longer than his father. When I came into his life I was barely into my 20s and hardly ready to be a stepparent. I made a lot of mistakes over the years and haven’t always been the easiest person to live with but I did my best. Now that he is 23 years old (older than I was when I met his mother) and moving out to start his life, I feel a mix of emotions. I am happy for him but at the same time, I am sad because I will miss him.
My stepson was a good kid. Unlike me, he never got in trouble when he was young. He always behaved himself in school and kept his nose clean. He’s been in two fights in his life. Both of which he was defending himself. He was suspended once from school once (not his fault) and has never been in trouble with the law. Even when his father went to prison he never acted out. He’s never really been through a rebellious phase. My stepson has always been well behaved. He is loving, hardworking, kind, respectful, smart, funny, strong, and handsome, and I am proud of the man he is today. I know he has what it takes to be successful.
I am so grateful to be his stepdad. He has brought more joy into my life than he will ever know. He helped me reach beyond what I knew to become a better man. Together we have overcome so much adversity. When I met him he was only 8 years old. He was an incredible little boy that grew into an outstanding man. I am so glad he accepted me into his life.
As I stand here in the doorway of the almost empty room amongst the aftermath of my stepson’s departure, I can’t help but to reflect on our time together. I am amazed at how much he has grown over the years and awed by the mess he’s left behind.
Just look at this mess.
Who is gonna clean that up?