One of the things you wonder about in fostering is; what becomes of the children when they leave you and go out into the world?
It's troubling enough worrying about what direction your own children will take, but at least you'll know their story, and can always be there for them if needed.
And in any case, your own children haven't been scarred by chaotic home life, then removed and placed with total strangers. All that baggage is hardly the best start.
There's one common trait I often see in chaotic parenting;
Bad decision-making.
The seeds of poor judgement in important matters are probably sown early in chaotic parents, during their own childhood in fact. Their own parents made bad decisions, yet defended those decisions throughout life rather than admit they got things wrong, own up, apologise and try to improve.
Take Colin.
The state of Colin's home life only came to the notice of Social Services as the result of a bad decision by the dad. He acquired a dog.
I say a "dog", Colin showed us images of the beast on his phone. And what a beast it was. All teeth and jowls, reminded me of Bill Sykes' dog in "Oliver".
Colin's dad acquired the dog from a man he'd heard was trying to offload it as he had to leave it at home all day while he was out "at work" and it "wasn't fair on the dog'.
Colin's dad came home from the pub one night with the dog; "Gunner".
Gunner was an anxious dog and couldn't settle. He barked all night. So they put him outside in the yard. Where…surprise surprise …he barked all night.
The neighbours got fed up, but rather than confront the family about Gunner (probably fearful of the father's reaction) they called the council and a Dog Warden called.
Colin's father was upset, then angry. In front of the children he threatened to have Gunner put down telling the Dog Warden "If that'll make you happy!" Colin's mum started shouting at her husband for "Getting the bloody animal in the first place!" and the children were terrified. Colin's father's temper tantrums often backfired on them.
The Dog Warden asked a number of questions about their care for the dog. The parents said there was always someone in the house during the day so Gunner never felt lonely. The parents may have thought it was ok to say that the children hardly ever went to school, assuming that would be a credential.
The dog warden began to wonder if there was a safeguarding issue for the children.
They clearly shouldn't be shut in all day with a volatile dog that could easily be taken for dangerous.
There were other red flags. The Warden spoke discreetly to a number of neighbours who'd come forward about the dog. They had plenty of negatives about the family and the plight of the children.
When he got back to his office he emailed colleagues at Social Services, and one thing led to another. Social Workers took the view that Colin and the other children were at risk for a number of substantials; neglect plus emotional and physical abuse. Never mind the dog.
Their removal into care was approved and Colin arrived at our house
We have a dog, and Colin, once he got past his fear, bonded with her. And told us all about Gunner.
And all about how his dad made bad decisions.
The dad left school early saying the teachers were useless and education was for losers. The only thing he'd been any good at was singing, he'd made the edge of the school choir. He boasted he could have been a pop star but never really bothered.
He got work on a building site thanks to the dad of one of his mates and decided against saving up for a van (something he told his family for years was "next on the list"). Instead he spent his cash on beer, drugs, tattoos and following his football team home and away.
Then he got his girlfriend Cheryl pregnant.
Then he got into nicking. He told everyone (including Colin) it was a victimless crime because the owners had insurance, and he sold his wares on at bargain prices so everyone's a winner.
All the while, Colin is growing up watching his role model father act proud of his achievements. Which is how he re-invented his bad decisions.
Colin told us that whenever it was Karaoke night at the caravan site his dad would get up and sing the same song;
"My Way" by Frank Sinatra.
If you know it, you'll know that Colin's dad is trying to tell the world he's proud of his bad decisions. And seems to be recommending bad decisions to Colin.
So.
Colin gentled himself while he was with us. Sometimes our dog would follow him up to bed and sleep on his floor, which he absolutley loved. You always, always see progress in foster children while they are with you, it's wonderful. Then they go, and are at the mercy of the world again.
I don't know where Colin is now, a piece of me hopes he's got a sloppy labrador, a career of some sort and is planning a white wedding with his fiancee.
Whatever; good luck Colin, thanks for your time with us, we loved having you!