Foster love leads to next chapter
There’s a little girl I know who is unlike any other.During our year together, I’ve read with her, I’ve played with her, I’ve sang with her and I’ve come to love her like a member of my own family.But now, she’s gone and she’s with another family. Her forever family.
This little girl I know has a social schedule unlike any two year old I’ve ever come across.When she was in our family, every week she would be picked up, often by a complete stranger, and packed into a car and sent off to spend an hour or two with a family member.She’d get into the car without a fuss (which was quite a rarity for her), and her little forlorn hand would wave quietly from the window.However unsure, she’d accept the situation and hold a brave face as she watched us waving from the door, slowly moving out of sight.
This little girl has only been in the world for two short years and she’s already known more upheaval in her young life than many people do in a lifetime.In her first year, she’d been passed from pillar to post, each time picking herself up with a little more difficulty than the last.
But over this last year, she and I have spent many happy hours together.She’s learned to talk, she’s learned her colours and she’s even learned to recognise the letters that start our names.
More importantly, she’s learned to ‘attach' to us as a family, and she’s learned just how important and loved she is.
My parents have been fostering for two years now and we’ve seen three temporary family members arrive on our Sheffield doorstep and ultimately move on.Being a part of all this was always going to have its ups and downs.Seeing how these strong babies develop and learn is a feeling unlike any other I’ve known.But so is hearing their shouting in the middle of the night, and the uncertainty of where they’ll be when they leave us.
The inevitable farewell is something we always know is coming, but it doesn’t seem real until the ‘transition’ is happening.Many people say the heartache of goodbye would be too much to take, for them. But it’s not about them, and it’s not about us. It’s about that little girl I know.She needed us to read with her and sing with her and love her, so we did.It makes goodbye all the more heartbreaking, but I’d go through it again and again if it means a small child gets the chance to love and be loved in this life.
We’ve spent over a year nurturing a scared, angry and confused baby into a confident, smart and kind little girl. And now, she’s left the comfort of what she’d come to know as home.But with the tools we’ve given her to trust those who show her love, she’s strong enough to embrace the change, and take on her next chapter of her life with her forever family.
Although she’d been told what was about to happen, it’s very difficult for her to understand, so to her, it was just another bedtime.And a phrase she often used at this time was ‘I don’t like it bedtime’, followed by a series of little battles to put pyjamas on, brush teeth and say goodnight.
But this last night, maybe some part of her understood what we told her, because it felt like she knew we all needed it to go well.We all needed her to be calm and be happy. And she was. She delightedly skipped between us (definitely not a ploy to delay the dreaded bedtime), giving kisses and cuddles out to all, including the dog.
Then she toddled out the room, with beloved blanket in hand, ready to go up to bed in our house, for the very last time.And with a heavy heart, but a smile on my face, I bid goodnight and goodbye to the bravest girl I know.
Sheffield Council welcomes new foster carers, whether full or part time, with support, training, fees and allowances available for those that look after a child.
Find out more about fostering in the city at www.sheffield.gov.uk/fostering or call 0114 273 5075 for more information on how to get involved.