Hold on, Stepmom.
Why are you here?
Hold on, Stepmom.
You’re doing too much.
That’s a job for the “real” mom.
You know, the one that makes their lunch.
Hold on, Stepmom.
You’re not doing enough.
You’re supposed to love like Mom.
It’s really not THAT tough.
Hold on, Stepmom.
This isn’t your place.
Parenting is just for Mom.
You’re crossing over that invisible space.
Hold on, Stepmom.
You’re being too fun.
Can’t steal the thunder from Mom.
Happiness can only come from one.
Hold on, Stepmom.
Why are you here?
This time is for Mom.
You can’t be too near.
Hold on, Stepmom.
Where did you go?
Your row is behind Mom.
Don’t you want to see the show?
Hold on, Stepmom.
They can’t love you.
You’re not their mom.
There isn’t room for two.
Hold on, Stepmom.
Even when you’re there.
They will run to Mom.
Whenever they’re scared.
Hold on, Stepmom.
And take a breath.
Rest your weary heart.
Don’t stay stressed.
Just love them from afar.
It’s the hardest job you’ll ever do.
You’re not their mom.
But you’re their family too.
So hold on, Stepmom.
Just hold on…
