Imagine this. You have raised your children. The last one just moved out. You are finally free to live your own life. Be your own woman. Then WHAM! BAM! An eight year old boy moves in.
Zach’s mother decided she didn’t want to play mummy any more so she never collected him from a weekend with dad and his evil step mother (me).
It was not easy. Zach didn’t want to be here. The feeling was kind of mutual. The first 6 months were full of anger, tears and tantrums. Zach wasn’t much better. He missed his mum, and I missed the quiet.
After a little while, we began to work things out. Zach learnt not to ask too many questions before my morning coffee, and I learnt to love Zach.
Slowly but surely our house became a home. Three people became a family. When I married Zach’s Dad last year, our little man was our best man. The highlight of his amazing speech was when he said “…when you marry my dad, you get a Zach for free”
Posted by Nicol Lea Croxford, 14th February 2014