When my stepson was about three, he looked up at me with wide, curious eyes and said, “I love you.” I smiled and answered, “I love you too.” But then he added, with a softness I’ll never forget, “No… I mean I love you like you’re mine.” He didn’t understand labels—step, biological, half. He just understood love. In that moment, something gentle opened inside me.
I had entered his life slowly, careful not to take a place that wasn’t mine. But children see truth more clearly than adults. They feel effort, kindness, and consistency, and they respond with honesty that can melt fears you didn’t know you carried.
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