Friday 20 November 2020

Brighton & Hove City Council know that the decision to become a Foster Carer can take years, and a lot of careful thought, consideration and research. Foster Carers have a shared motivation and desire to make a difference but come from a diverse range of backgrounds, and often choose to begin their fostering journey at unique and differing life stages. Many will hold back until the ‘time is right’, so here we look at some of the most common fostering circumstances.

Friday 2 October 2020

Picure by D's foster brother, aged 7

Today was a different way of fostering. A way of life that we never imagined we would be living in.

As the world changed and the Coronavirus Pandemic spread wildly across the planet, the country went into Lockdown. The Schools were closed, D’s Nursery was closed, and there could be no face to face contact with D’s family. We were to stay in our homes and isolate ourselves to keep us safe. The days had drastically changed, but we made the best of what we had.

Friday 25 September 2020

Picure by D's foster brother, aged 9

Today was the day we had all been looking forward to. A highlight in the fostering calendar. The Fostering Christmas Party!

Every December, the Fostering Team work hard to put on a wonderful party for all the Foster Carers, children and families and this was to be our first one.

Friday 18 September 2020

Picure by D's foster brother, aged 7

Today, I had a meeting booked with my Supervising Social Worker (SSW). She was coming to visit D and myself in our home. These visits happened about every 6 weeks, and we arranged them at a mutually convenient time for us both.

D had had contact this morning, so I’d planned a time after that, but before the school run, so we could chat with D present without the distraction of the big kids. Visits usually involved my birth children, as it is good for them to feel that any concerns they have are listened to too.

Friday 11 September 2020

Picure by D's foster brother, aged 7

Today began like every other day; early morning calls from the little one, from his cot. We headed downstairs and it was a race to get his breakfast ready quick enough. He loves porridge but hates waiting for it to cool down! Once it had cooled, he eagerly spooned it into his mouth whilst I sat down with a hot coffee and caught up on my messages.