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Foster care makes all the difference in the life of a young child that's been neglected or rescued from harm's way.
A Dog's View.
This is my first time out of the kennel in nine hours. Oh, no, this is not torture. It’s just something that the Hue-Man does to make sure that I don’t wander through the house in the middle of the night. Making me stay put makes them feel better. I have two Hue-Man’s that keep me each day. Well, three if I count the little one. I don’t know if I quite count her yet. She is still new and smells funny. I was taken into this house that I live in now when I was two years old. In dog years, this is supposed to be an adult, but I sure don’t feel like an adult when they ask me to do things all the time.
By Hannah Marie. 4 years ago in Families
Being Assessed as Foster Carers
Hello Everyone; It's been a while since I've last posted. It's been a very busy few months for all 3 of us. Grasiey has just started year 11 and she is studying her GCSE's and doing her best which is all Mason and Myself can ask of her. We have regular contact with her school and have meeting to see what we can do and what they can do to help her with her studies.
By Lauren Rose4 years ago in Families
Becoming a Foster Child
Not to gain any sympathy, yet this coming of age is designed to impress upon you the importance of grit, resilience, and determination from converting a blow of blows into a fairly triumphant situation. Did I say it would be easy? Not on your life. I am sure that you can now relate to what tough times really mean, having lived through the last couple of years in particular. You are resilient, and that is why you are here. Hopefully this story inspires you.
By Justine Crowley4 years ago in Families
The Life Of Being In Foster Care
I first became a foster child when I was 10 years old. At the time, my mother was battling a drug addiction and was in an abusive marriage. Due to my mother’s addiction and her place of employment at that time, she was rarely home. My older sister who is four years older than me took care of me for quite some time when our mother wasn’t home. Although my mother tried to get away from her abusive husband, he would unfortunately stalk us and buy us things for us to move back. One of the reasons DCS got involved was because I drew a picture in class of what I saw my mother’s abusive husband do to my sister and my mother. I was never the abused one, just the one running and calling the police to save them. I drew the picture and laid it to where I knew my teacher would see it and then went off to recess. When I came back, my picture was gone so I knew he had picked it up and then hoped for change. I only did this because after calling the police countless times, my mother would lie and say that nothing was wrong and they would leave just for it to happen again. Although it broke me to watch my mother pack our belongings and be driven away to a foster home, I just wanted to feel safe.
By Jenitha Strickland4 years ago in Families
The Book Barn
My love of books started when I was very young. I would read everything, cereal boxes, newspapers, greeting cards...it didn't matter, I just loved to read any and everything. I loved words and learning what they meant when they were strewn together on pages telling a story, or describing anything. My life wasn't great so I ended up in foster homes most of it, but I got lucky with one home I landed in when I was eleven years old. The family I was placed with Sean and Dorris Lastnameforgotten, went to Seattle Washington every year for the summer. I was lucky enough to be placed in thier home 3 months before summer came, so I got to go on this magnificent trip with them.
By C. M. Sears5 years ago in Families
Rough Road Traveled
When I first became a foster child, I was around 12. Thinking back, it is hard to believe I was that old before I entered the foster care system. Both of my parents were alcoholics throughout my life. When I say drinking, I don’t mean a few beers on the weekend and no drinking during the week. They both would drink nonstop, every day for months, until they both decided to stop drinking for a while. When they went through their sober spells, my three sisters, two brothers and I felt like we were a normal family. My mom would cook and clean the house and my dad would work on his car and just be dad. My dad was a World War II Veteran and had only a third grade education. My mom had a sixth grade education; she and my dad married when she was 13 and he was in his late 30’s. They only knew each other for a week before they got married.
By Saquanna Carrillo5 years ago in Families
My Parenting Passion
A Dream Is Born I loved magazines before I could even pronounce the word. I’d say “mazzah-geen” over and over, demanding that my parents hand over their just-read copies of Time and Science News and The Atlantic. I’d sprawl on the floor on my stomach, flipping through glossy pages and devouring stories and opinions and news.
By Lacey Doddrow5 years ago in Families
Eternal Spring
She came to me with only a blanket and one sock. Her blue eyes, big and round as blueberries, were open wide; her hair, a tangle of soft brown brush twisting in a wild halo above her soft cheeks. She knew nothing of me, and I knew only her name, but she became mine that afternoon. June. That was her name, and she embodied that sweet high heat, that burst of fragrant color in the garden, that blinding sparkle off the lake. She was my reminder of the beauty and hopefulness that June always brought me. She came into my life with only a blanket and one sock. But she brought eternal spring within her.
By Kayleen Barlow5 years ago in Families
