I was all ready to sit down and write a post devoted entirely to the fact that Kaitlyn is eleven months old today. I was going to expound on her three visible teeth and the two tiny white nubs poking through her gums. I was going to ponder why she isn’t walking yet, but how she stood on her own today for a few seconds while I cheered.

But then, the phone rang. It was my father. Last night, he and his girlfriend Jean drove to my Uncle’s church and got married.

MARRIED.

They didn’t invite me, or my brother, or Jean’s daughter Lori who lives with her. They just…got married.

I love Jean, she is warm and caring and generous, and she treats my children like they were her own grandchildren, and she loves my Dad. I knew when he was in the hospital that they had talked about getting married. They do a lot of travelling together, and Jean, who was born in Arkansas and has that old-fashioned Southern upbringing, doesn’t think it is proper for her to be sharing a hotel room with a man she is not married to.

And yet, it bothers Chris and I that they wouldn’t want to share that with us. I understand that my Dad is still recovering from surgery and a long hospitalization, frankly I’m surprised he could even handle the trip to my Uncle’s church and back. And I understand that my kids have a lot of energy and they tire him out sometimes. We could have found a babysitter and gone down there to support them.

I know I’m being selfish, that they did what made THEM happy and it wasn’t personal. I know they didn’t purposely exclude us. But it’s still weird.

AND, my Dad said to me on the phone, “so, you have a new Stepmother”. Is that what I need to call her now? Help me, those of you who’s parents have remarried. Do I introduce her as “my Dad’s wife Jean”, or as “my Stepmother Jean”?

Allow me to introduce you to my Dad, and his new wife, Jean.

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