We've just enjoyed a week hosting a four-year-old for Respite Care.
His foster mum needed a wee operation and her other half is an airport driver who works all hours and couldn't bridge the gap. Plus the guy wanted to care for his partner when she came out of hospital. They needed a week off fostering.
No problem. Respite is something we've always been up for.
We say to the kids when they arrive; "It's your holiday". And we try to make it feel like that.
After all, it must be a bit scary for them, having been taken into care in the first place, then sometime later being shifted somewhere else. The whole kiboodle of getting to know a new home and new people is a big ask.
Fostering (for us anyway) is about bringing the children on. Anything less is what I call incubation, which I'm only prepared to do when offering Respite.
What I mean is this; I will always take every opportunity to help the child progress (that's my priority in fostering) but when one hosts a child for a short Respite period, the priority has to be helping them deal with their new, temporary environment.
Cut to the chase; I spoil them.
I don't spoil them rotten; what I do is help them feel safe. And there are lots of ways of doing it.
Big example; I let them have plenty of screen time.
More than I'd normally permit.
See, their screen represents a familiar world. When a child is uprooted from their real home, then uprooted again from their foster home, they can feel rootless - because they are.
So I allow them plenty of journeys into a world that feels to them like 'home'.
Some screen 'homes' are a bit worrying. I wouldn't want them to live in the world of Spongebob or other shows I could name, so I stay vigilant.
The child who came to stay for a week was happy to watch the likes of Peppa Pig and one hosted by a beautiful person called "Rachel".
Believe me, these shows are like Sunday School, only better. They're steeped in great values and real connections with top end ethics. And they're fun!
The four-year-old arrived with a bag that included a tablet.
I showed him his bedroom, then made him a snack. He asked for his tablet.
He got it.
And he relaxed.
Then, next thing, he wanted to show me what he was playing/watching. We bonded.
I sometimes wonder if people who carp on about children spending too much time on their phones/ipads etc, ever bother to get informed.
Still: who cares?
Who cares? We foster folk, that's who cares, and we try to care about the right things.
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