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One of the best things that ever happened to me was becoming a stepmom. I have heard horror stories about stepchildren and stepparents, but I actually enjoy being a stepmom. I looked forward to weekend visits, long summer breaks, spring breaks, and Christmas breaks because I knew my stepdaughter would be home and for those moments our family would once again be complete. In fact, my only regret was that those visits were not longer! To begin with, I honestly didn't know how to be a stepmom or how to even handle being a stepmom. Growing up, I cannot recall anyone I knew who was a stepmom. I remember being so nervous the first day I would met my stepdaughter. As I waited for her to arrive, I pondered over how to feel about her and one thought alone came to me. It was simple: if I loved the person who would possibly become my future husband, then I would have to love everything about him including her. With that, my fears were instantly calmed. Before long, she arrived and...