When I married Ben, I thought I knew what I was signing up for. He was a widower raising his five-year-old son, Lucas. The first months were blissful, and Lucas quickly started calling me “Mom.” Ben and I shared proud smiles every time he did. One evening, as Lucas and I played in the living room, he looked up at me with wide eyes. “MOM SAYS YOU SHOULDN’T TOUCH HER THINGS,” he whispered, glancing toward the hallway. “What do you mean, sweetie?” I asked, my heart racing.
Ben was a widower raising his 5-year-old son all by himself, and when I got involved with him and later married him, I knew what I was signing up for. Luckily, little Lucas accepted me with arms wide open. He even started calling me mom, and I loved that more than anything. I simply loved my new home.
Lucas has been the sweetest little boy. He missed his mom but his dad made sure they kept the memory of her alive. Lucas often talked about Irene, mostly about the things Ben told him about her because he was too young when she passed away in order to be able to remember much.