We just moved into the neighborhood, very quiet anf peaceful unlike where we used to live. It was called area though, always noisy and really congested. Moving to a new place was one of the best decisions my dad made after his wife, my mom passed on, we had to relocate so we could Clear the air and start life afresh. I was just six and my brother Del was 2.
I made my dad promise that he wasn't going to marry another wife and make us victims of a wicked step mother. He agreed, he loved us too much, that we were very sure of, though he was a busy kind, he made out time for his family, he did is best to make sure we all didn't miss her much and i don't know how her did it but he succeeded at it.
One evening while Del and I were playing around the house, i kicked my slippers alongside the football and it landed in someone's house. shhhhh, i whispered I knew Del was going to run in to call my dad. I wanted to handle it myself.
I went out of our house, knocked on the gate and a beautiful dark girl stepped out with my slippers, she handed it over to me with a smile. This is yours i guess?. I got back my slippers and went back home happy. I wasn't happy because i handled it well , i was happy because somehow i knew i just got myself a best friend for life.
Days turned into month and months into years, Nikki and I were best friends just as i thought, she was a year younger, smarter, more beautiful but we were a perfect fit but the past three weeks hasn't been the best for Nikki, she lost her mother and just like myself, she didn't want a wicked step mother. My dad was doing fine with keeping his promise so i had to talk him into convincing Nikki's father not to marry another wife.
A year later, Nikki's dad introduced his new wife and in less than no time, she moved in. She was beautiful, she had this elegance around her, she didn't look harmful but we were not fooled. Nikki and i spent hours coming up with possible threats from her new wicked step mother and defense mechanisms to handle the situation.
We were disappointed.
Nikki's stepmother wasn't wicked, she has a heart of gold, friendly and down to earth, she loved Nikki like her own, corrected her when she was wrong, bought her beautiful clothes, cooked Nikki's favorite meals once in a while, she'd take us shopping monthly, taught us how to cook, clean, bake, wash and all other house chores. She wasn't like the step mother i read about in stories or saw in movies. She was a mother without a step.
One evening on her birthday, i asked her a question that lingered my mind for years, i needed to understand why she was so different, when will she turn out to be the step mother we had a mental picture of?
She sat me down and made me understand that motherhood goes beyond carrying a child for 9 months and bringing forth a child, breastfeeding and all that. Its a consciousness of love care and responsibility. Every child around you becomes your responsibility to love, cherish, train and take care of irrespective of whether they are biologically yours or not.
Nikki's step mother was actually a victim of a wicked step mother and she had always wanted to be a better step mother who would debunk the wrong mindset about step mothers we have all been exposed to.
Nikki's mum was a huge part of my life too, that's why being a step mother isn't so difficult for me, these boys are one of the best part of my life. she taught me well and so far it has been a successful journey...
The age of wicked step mothers is gradually fading away, be a part of the new revolution. Be a true mother