I guess that’s what we are now – blended, like Mike and Carol Brady; except our “bunch” didn’t all arrive at exactly the same time, or in the same manner. First we were “Steps”, that is a family of step-relating individuals: Elizabeth and her sons Josh and Ben; and me, the new guy. Then, four years into it, along came little Noah, the offspring of mine and Elizabeth, and the mash-up was complete. Now we’re all connected in some obtuse, yet cyclical kind of fashion. But it can still feel strange, especially in our small town, which appears to be busting at the seams with The Cleavers from the black & white nuclear family era.
But regardless of my official title, dad, step-dad, glorified nanny, whatever—I’ve been trucking around after these kids for so long I feel I might have lost perspective on just where my atypical family might fall within the official parenting spectrum. So for the definitive word I did what millions of us do; I conjured the ultimate Oracle of our times: The Google!