Fostering….Its not something you hear many people getting excited about. But at 37 and having had a desire to help children since I was a teenager it gets me excited! Finally after a life time of wrong timing it finally seems like the right timing to go ahead and we have completed our training. It has been quite a process…two home interviews, lots of paperwork, two full day courses and a big span of time ….about 6 months now.
And now that the process is all finished it feels like the hard part is just starting. The waiting and not knowing. When will they ring us? What age will the child be? Will it be short term or long term? A boy or girl? How damaged will they be? How will they fit in with our kids? and the list goes on.
We signed up hoping to give a child a home for life… to save them from being bumped from home to home. To share our happy family life with another soul who hasn’t yet been blessed with that. We have our ideal scenario in our mind but know also that the ideal doesn’t always look like what we expect. We have 4 boys 13, 11, 9 and a 1 year old. Ideally we would like a little girl not too far in age from our 1 year so that as the others grow up and leave home he will still have a companion. I share this because it will be interesting to look back and see how this has panned out. I have a friend who signed up for short term emergency care for children between 3 and 12 … she now has two permanent placements aged 1 year and 16 years…the complete opposite of her plan but it fits her just perfectly.
So now is the waiting game, the lottery, the unknown… the hardest part for me so far.