Going back to my fostering days here when a lot of the kids that came into my care just needed stability in their lives and a sense of worth.
I had 15 teenagers in four years, and as regular readers are aware, I found it one of the most rewarding times on my life as some came from such confused and hostile backgrounds.
Stability didn’t exist at home, but these kids just needed a chance, to know someone was in their corner and wouldn’t bail out on them when the going got tough.
Sure they played the system and pushed their luck, but we laid down the ground rules before they’d even taken their coat off, though the kettle was on to welcome them into our home.
One lad was due to stay with me for a couple of weeks and ended up with us for six months. When I introduced myself to the School Principal, he grinned and said he’d heard all about me (this was day 2 of the boy’s placement) as the lad was ecstatic that I could cook!
Oh well, at least he knew the boy was going to be fed on a regular basis, so that was stability in itself.