I have tried, for my own sake, to be at least
aware of conversations around blending families, since I am now part of one. I like to say we're a mashup rather than calling us blended though. Mashups feel more like stand alone good things that come together to create new awesome. Exhibit A:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XL0YWTPDMUI. Blended is beets and kale and ice...which I'm told can maybe turn out alright...(?). But anyway, however you want to name it or spin it there's a common belief that there might be a thing or two to learn about being the female adult in one such cohabitation collaboration.
First of all I need to start out by saying that the extent of my research on this subject is limited - because I'm pretty new at this and because I have a full time job. And I had a hair appointment last night and date night with LOML the night before. And that even makes it sound like I would have done a lot of research on this had I had the time, but I wouldn't have. I'm not really the researchy type. I just feel how I feel and I have to just speak it out into the world so I can look at it and tweak it. Sometimes the minute it comes out I can see the absurdity of it and I can almost instantly see other perspectives - perspectives that are more accepting, more peaceful, more true. And sometimes speaking it helps me to believe it more. It's like a commitment to anyone that heard, even if no one is there listening. The air has heard and the trees. And trees mean business, you know?
First let me summarize my findings to date: I'm supposed to have a hard time connecting with his kids. They will hate me, I will resent them. My kids are supposed to get competitive about my time - divided now by another. They will act up, they will push buttons. He will panic - wonder what just happen, feel neglected, turn inward. I'm going to feel under appreciated (ha, oh is this when that's supposed to start? my bad.) The romance will disappear. The kids will gang up on each other. The kids will gang up on us. Sides will be taken. We'll catch flack from all directions as we try to craft a family. It will be awful. We will fail.
So, um (tentative, awkward hand-raise)....How is this different from any other family?
I seriously don't want to underestimate these challenges. But were you not all worrying about this stuff BEFORE you came into a family mashup? Weren't you stressed about this in the nuclear family? Didn't you believe that failure to raise productive, respectful, happy, well-adjusted kids that would not need therapy was imminent? Didn't you wonder how on earth your spouse would ever be compelled to come home each night? I sure did.
I don't want to diminish the seriousness of these challenges. The stats validate the concern (I'd quote some numbers here, but we've all seen them. It's ugly. Plus that's a lot of work). But even so, it just feels like a lot of drama to me. I think I've come to the decision to just nod in the direction of the societal hand wringing that's going on over blended families and then just get on with it. We are all stand-alone, good-thing people that have come together -
and this includes the exes - who really had no (
no) choice in this matter and yet their names are on the roster too. The adult people are older than the kid people - and taller (for the time being). The adult people pay the bills and provide the shelter and make most of the rules that help give our family a structure that we all appreciate, to at least some degree. The kid people are kids - it's not their fault, they can't help it. They push boundaries, they are curious, they are passionate, they are funny, they get mad (over big things, over little things), they feel oppressed, they stretch, they need guidance, they teach. We all have the full spectrum of emotions. We are all illogical, unreasonable, untidy and incorrigible (at times). And we are all special, amazing, brilliant and kind. It's crazy and wonderful. It's motivating and exhausting.
Isn't it the same in every type of family? OK then mashup families, you can do it. High five.