Times, they are a changing in the Mad House. These are big, albeit temporary, changes which have wrought constenation in the form of random screams, foul odours and disagreements.
This past week we’ve become carers to a small girl slightly younger than our Abi while her parents sort out a few issues. Things have been…different, or maybe interesting is a better way of putting it. Actually, the first couple of days were fantastic, she seemed to find our house a bit overwhelming–who wouldn’t–so she’d, frequently, take herself off somewhere quiet. This was my girls cue to follow her, the result being a hell of a lot of quiet time for me!
Of course, then things went back to normal. A new normal. One that’s slightly more hectic and noisy, a normal that seems to consume way more milk than before for some reason.
Caring for someone else’s child isn’t something I’d really, consciously, ever planned to do. Sure, before my girls were born and when it didn’t look entirely likely that we would have children of our own I did consider it–briefly–but not since then. I’ve always considered my hands full to overflowing with the two I birthed.
But here I am, doing it and being purposefully vague about the details. It’s not a cake walk let me tell you. There are DoCS appointments, family visits and so much less sleep. There’s more washing, more eating, more feeding. Somethings that are harder and, strangely, some that are easier, but overall, it’s one of those nice warm feelings in the pit of your stomach. Not only that, but it’s kind of a slap on your parenting skills shoulder to hear DoCS say that you’re a suitable person to raise children.
This leads me to this weeks question: have you ever considering becoming a foster carer?
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