Just had an "unannounced visit".
So; this is where your Blue Sky social worker turns up without giving notice. Happens infrequently, but I'm glad it happens.
It's something that one can see the importance of, but a newcomer might take it slightly the wrong way; as if someone's suspecting one of putting on a performance of fostering when one knows a social worker has booked a visit in advance, and the rest of the time one fosters to lower standards.
Part of the reason I'm all in favour of unannounced visits is that way back we took in a child whose parents were often reported to Social Services by neighbours, but the social workers would telephone ahead and fix appointments to visit and check. The children were intimidated into saying they were loved and cared for, despite the fact they were being abused.
There's light years between that scenario and Blue Sky's levels of care - which prioritises us foster parents, not just the children - but I keep it in my mind as salient.
And, crucially, "unannounced visits" aren't random; everyone gets the same and the same amount of them. It's a standard.
But the thing that takes any edge off these visits is the way Blue Sky do it.
And BTW I have no idea if fostering folk who work under local authorities or other agencies get unannounced visits; all I know is how our people do it.
They turn up with big smiles. Make you feel like they enjoy your company so much they were made up when they were allocated making a surprise visit to you.
The thing about unannounced visits is that Blue Sky social workers have a job to do; to double check we carers are okay and getting everything as good as we can. But one can always sense that they're careful of not making us feel under scrutiny.
No-one wants to be under scrutiny, but it's one of life's neverending burdens; the boss, management, one's schoolteachers, parking wardens…the neighbourhood nosey parker who checks other people's wheelie bins are put out right…
However. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, does this type of checking up better than Blue Sky.
So; our social worker turned up, beaming smiles, like it was a drop-in for coffee and gossip.
And in a way it was exactly that; she came in, fussed our dog, went through our tub of herbal tea bags choosing a peppermint tea and settled at our kitchen table with me and my cuppa, and we had a blast. Nattering and laughing, it was a real boost.
But. The professionalism was never out of comission.
She wanted know how are things, how's the fostering, how's our life, how is fostering working with the rest of our family lives.
Then; a bombshell.
One of our children struggles to get to school. We do everything we can to get the child to school, but the child is dealing with medical/emotional challenges (nothing alarming, simply the residue of a lifelong chaotic family). In our house we manage the child's school attendance using common sense. We get the child to school every day, sometimes it stretches our commitment, but it's what they need.
Once in a blue moon it's not do-able. Same as with other children, and our allies; Blue Sky, the local authority, the school itself, recognise and understand.
As chance would have it, the unannounced visit happened to be a day when our foster child had simply no chance of going to school. The child's fears, anxieties and suppressed angers, were too much.
So; downstairs I had a social workere checking out we were getting our fostering right. And upstairs we had a foster child who should be at school but isn't.
The child struggles to engage with people, but is improving.
The child struggles with authority thanks to poor parenting.
The child has always resisted engaging with social workers, but we're working on it.
I texted the child that our social worker had dropped in unannounced.
Never expected what happened next.
After a half hour the child suddenly appeared at the kitchen door. Swanned in and said a confident "Hi" to us. Our social worker didn't milk the moment, but I could tell she was lit up.
Child sauntered to the kettle and made a cup of instant.
Then the child came and sat with us and chatted. A milestone.
Yes, there were machinations going on; the child was saying "Look how much I benefit from skipping school sometimes."
Bottom line; it all worked out Jim Dandy.
The child is starting to attend school better and better. Our social worker was knocked out.
And I got to feel a rush of pride and happiness that my fostering was going along okey dokey.
And for me, as ever fostering is more than okey dokey.
It's the bees knees.