Thank You to the Stepfathers and Other Men Raising Kids Who Aren’t Theirs

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Hey there, let’s take a moment to appreciate those incredible stepfathers, stand-in dads, and all the men who step up to raise kids that aren’t biologically theirs. Seriously, thank you!

I remember telling myself that I’d rather embrace the single mom life than bring a stream of different guys around my kids. The boys’ biological father had bailed years ago, leaving behind just a trail of excuses and no real involvement. So, I was cautious when it came to introducing a new man into their lives.

Then came Matt. After spending time just the three of us, it felt right to let him meet my boys. He was the kind of guy I’d be proud for them to emulate as they grew up. I wasn’t on a quest for a father figure—let’s be real, you can’t just buy one off the shelf at Target. But somehow, I found a gem.

I promised myself I wouldn’t be the kind of woman to sacrifice her children’s happiness for a man or out of fear of being alone, surrounded by a horde of cats and endless cheesy romance novels. (Note to self: to avoid being “that” cat lady, skip the cats altogether.) In the end, I struck gold with Matt.

So, here’s a heartfelt thank you to all the stepfathers, foster dads, and those men who find themselves raising kids not their own. They might not share your DNA, but your love and commitment mean the world. Even on days when we forget to express our gratitude because, let’s face it, someone just let out a huge fart!

Thank you for caring about the little things, like whether the kids sit up straight at the dinner table or for ensuring they don’t pass out like they’ve run a marathon after school. Your frustration with food waste is appreciated, especially when they claim to be “full” yet can devour a tub of ice cream an hour later. You’ve taken on the role of saying, “Eat your dinner,” and we’re so grateful for it.

Thank you for embracing the chaos, like the nudity-loving little boys who’d prefer to skip the clothes and showers (unless, of course, Mom walks in). And for celebrating Mother’s Day with us—flowers, candy, and a little peace and quiet are just what we need. Can we make that a monthly event?

Thank you for recognizing those ridiculous, forced burps and either putting a stop to them or, on a good day, showing the kids how the pros do it. Thanks for keeping us on track with rules and consequences for misbehavior. You’re often stricter than I am, but they need that structure—even if I sometimes struggle to see it.

Thank you for reminding us to lighten up, to let go a little, and to give our kids the freedom they crave. It’s tough; we’re scared for them because they’re our whole world. But your support in teaching them important life lessons, like “No means no,” is invaluable—even if it comes through breaking up a wrestling match.

Thanks for being patient with the shy one, for giving him the space he needs to warm up to you. And for those sweet, unnoticed kisses on the tops of their heads—those moments mean so much. You allow them to hug you tightly whenever they want, and that kind of love is irreplaceable.

Thanks for the laughter, the tickle fights, the goofy stories, and the bedtime tales—even if your voice shakes a bit from newness. You’re becoming a better father than their biological dad ever was.

They might not call you “Dad” just yet, but in every sense of the word, you are. Whether it’s dad jokes, dad puns, or that dad bod (trust me, it’s all good), you’re filling a vital role. My boys don’t realize how lucky they are that their “Mr. Matt” chose to step into our lives, overcoming his own past challenges to be with us. They don’t understand the sacrifices he’s made, but I do, and I appreciate him more than words can say—even when I wish he and the boys would tone down the farting.

So, thank you, and Happy Father’s Day!

In summary, this heartfelt message is dedicated to all the stepfathers and men who choose to raise children that aren’t their own. Your love, support, and commitment enrich the lives of these kids in ways that are immeasurable.