
Why stepparent love is a different kind of love: A letter to my stepdaughter
When my husband and I found out we were expecting, he had one main fear – that I wouldn’t love his then six-year-old (my stepdaughter) as if she was my own. I wouldn’t love her “the same” as I loved my son. And he was right, I wouldn’t. To him, this meant that I would love her less. That there would be an enormous disconnect… Continue reading Why stepparent love is a different kind of love: A letter to my stepdaughter