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On Thursday night, I celebrated Mother's Day for the first time as a stepmother, though it's the third May since I became a stepmother. Papa Bear gave the kids the option of whether they wanted to buy me something while they were buying their mom gifts, and they each chose to get a gift for me, along with a card that made me tear up.
On Sunday, I spent most of the day helping other people's kids along with my toddler, working at a quizbowl tournament. Papa Bear got my friends in on helping distract me while he had the baby "sign" the card in crayon, and he picked out a present that I needed but wouldn't have thought of buying for myself. I don't care much about brands of purses or anything like that, but I love POCKETS in my purses because I have trouble staying organized, and he got me one with lots of pockets.
What did the most to make me cry, though, was the text my Dad sent, "Happy Mother's Day x4." My son, both stepkids, and my lost Otter.