Dear Potential Second Mom,
Let me tell you a little about my background.
When I was a growing and hateful teenager, my life was probably saved at least a few times by two angel women. I don’t mean that these women literally saved my life; I mean this in the sense that they guided my life when no one else could. Also, I don’t mean that they were actual angels, but they were to me.
I don’t like to admit it, but I was a bit of a wild child. I now look back and see all the angst that I put my poor mother through. I pretty much figured that I knew most things, and that my parents’ opinions on life were out of date. In fact, I don’t think they could tell me much that was worthy of my respect or attention.
But these two women could.
My mom always prayed that good and Godly women would be brought into my life as I grew.
I don’t know what your beliefs are, but I fully believe that my mom had a direct line to God when I was a teenager, and that he definitely answered her prayers, still does!
These fantastic women were both close friends of my mom, and we became so close, that I considered them my second moms. They were both super cool in my eyes; they were fun and they thought I was funny, and they weren’t so crazy with worry like my own mother was. They were everything that my mother wasn’t, or so I thought back then.
They were the angels that helped me to gain some freedom from the air of my home, but they also didn’t let me drown in that freedom. They gave me good advice and direction without me even realizing it, and gave me a place to land when I needed it. They saw through me and judged me by my heart, rather than my tenacious exterior. They weren’t intimidated by my attitude, and they tended to my heart that was oh so fragile during those rocky years as a teenager. The best part is, they didn’t have to do any of it.
When I started emotionally blocking out my own mother for the sake of building my own independence and sense-of-self apart from her, I instinctively let these two women in, possibly because subconsciously I knew that I still needed guidance that my immature, and self-absorbed nature couldn’t give.
They didn’t have to love me as their own, but they did. They didn’t have to hang out with my friends and I until late into the evening eating cheap ramen noodles and talking about boys, and our naive, and curious thoughts on sex. They didn’t have to care about the things that I did behind my mom’s back that probably could have hurt me, but they did. They did.
They gave me acceptance, grace, love, and direction. They didn’t have to give any of that, and neither do you. But I hope that you will.
Just like my mother prayed for these women in my life, I have prayed for you. Oh, how I have prayed that God would bring myself, and my kids some amazing friends. Friends who want to be more like “life partners”. Friends who want to help raise my kids by loving them like their own. Friends who would love to be considered second moms to my kids!