As a Not The Mama, I have changed many wet pull ups, washed wet (and dry) sheets, had countless visits by the Space Invader while I am going to the bathroom, spent an innumerable Friday movies nights snuggled on the couch, endured vegetable tantrums of epic proportions, wiped countless tears, kissed countless booboos, taught life skills, helped with nightly homework, done every Disney princess hair do possible, counted to three so many times I can't count, given countless hugs, countless kisses, and even occasionally broken down into inconsolable tears at completely inappropriate times because I miss my little SI and it has only been a day since I have seen her.
Lately this NTM has been walking around constantly full of anxiety and "The Fear". The Fear that the SI's selfish and wishy washy mother will play pretend nice until the Sergeant is deployed, then swoop in, take the SI away from me and demand more money because she has her "full time". Because no matter my marital status to the Sarg, no matter how much I love the SI and take damn good care of her, I have no right as a mother. And if I am lucky, she can grant me visitation rights.
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