Fostering other peoples children can be a real horrible deal.
Sometimes you need more help than is recognised or available, sometimes it goes horrendously wrong....yeah and sometimes it's special.
Those special times make up for all the down times.
Chris phoned today...I can say his christian name, because he is no longer in care, he is just another person we all think about and sometimes write about in our diaries and blogs.
He left our house in a storm of unthinking, unthinking on our side and that of social services, but despite the past, despite the bad time we shared we still keep in contact.
He will be 22 years old in October.
Funny to think of him as a young adult, the last time we met he was 15 years old.
He was desperate to see us and we him. We both thought that we would have time to speak, swap photos, have lunch....quality time catching up.
Social services had different ideas. They were concerned that meeting up would cause problems for his new placement and so they allowed and facilitated him to meet his mum for the first time in three years.
His birth mum quite rightly was more important to him than meeting up with us.
We gave him a hug, told him how much we missed him, passed on the photos and made a sad but Hasty exit.
The kids were sad and didn't really understand....they were hoping, wanting to spend time with him. They missed him terribly.
Funny when i think of Chris, I see him with a plastic police helmet on his head siting out the front of the house on a large boulder, walkie talkie in hand, reporting me for driving to fast.
He has moved yet again, and worried that we would not be able to get in contact with him, he phoned to tell us his new address.
Can i speak to Tess, and Branny and Beth he asked....and they were more than delighted to chat to him.
Gwion was sad,....what about me? He had been a babe in arms, a toddler just when Chris had left.
What's new with Vic and Mat? he wanted to know and we were able to keep him informed, part of the family....our extensive and wonderful family.
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