So here's how the story goes. Boy meets girl. Girl and boy have a baby or two together. Boy and girl part ways. Boy meets another girl. Boy already has baby or two. Girl now has another baby or two to love. And that's where it begins. That's where and how love becomes blended. It's like a really well made concoction of fruits, nuts and berries...or coffee, caramel and whipped cream...a cornucopia of love! It is the combination of families..one child here, one daddy there..another mommy in the home. It's trying to find just the right combination of love, courage and patience for all involved. Children have to learn to love new adults who aren't their biological parents. Adults have to grow in love for children that aren't a part of their genetic makeup. It's blended. Love all blended together until the titles of "step" this and "half" that..are blurred out and what is left is a family.


...special thanks to my love's mother, ms. gwen, who shared the term "blended love" with him who in turn shared it with me.....

My son is blessed to have two mommy's. I am the one that carried him and cares for him on a daily basis. Ivy is the one that plays with him and spoils him. I am the one that gained an extra 10 pounds and pushed him out after hours of labor. Ivy is the one that sings songs with him and plays games until they are both exhausted. I am the one that gets him ready for school in the morning, checks homework in the afternoon and gives him bed time kisses. Ivy is the one that still pulls him close to her heart and checks every cough, sniffle or bruise he may get. I call him Yums. She calls him teddy bear. She is a gorgeous woman and I am the lucky one to have another woman love him as much as I do. Society calls her his step mother. To me, she is his mother.