Early Thursday morning (around 1 am), my step-daughter woke up screaming from a nightmare.
D was up and running almost immediately. I quickly followed. We soothed/settled her and got her back to bed.
Last night, he told me that when he got up to her room, he realized that she was screaming for me. She was yelling out my name repeatedly. She had stopped by the time I got upstairs, so I had no idea.
As much as I hate that she had a nightmare, it made me feel good that I am a comfort to her. Enough so that she will yell out for me when she’s scared. It warmed my heart, and made me smile. Maybe I’m not so bad at this step-parenting thing after all.