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Sometimes it can be hard to remember that our foster kids come from a different family. Not because we don’t know it, of course we do. But when you’re there with them every day — sitting at the dinner table, helping with homework, watching TV, being silly, arguing about bedtime,...

Through all my training — which, to be honest, wasn’t as much as I thought it would be — and dealing with a variety of social workers, case workers and “the system” over the past year, I’m starting to question whether the things I assumed would be the number one...

I can remember my social worker sitting in my living room, about two months into caring for my foster son, saying the words: “Don’t get too attached, he will go soon.” Okay, cool. This child who has already suffered trauma, moved a bunch of times and is finally settling in...

It wasn’t a lightning-bolt moment. It was more of a slow realisation that maybe I’d been heading in this direction for a while without even knowing it. “What made you decide to become a foster carer?” It’s a question I’ve been asked quite a few times, and I never really...