We aren’t even on the respite/emergency care list, but have gotten three phone calls in the past six weeks for crisis situations. There is a huge need. If you want to help, and don’t feel that long-term foster care is for you, please consider providing a short term safe space for kids.
Friday, we got a call asking if we could take care of a 4 year old girl for the week. Croi and I talked for a bit, then we asked Carrot who didn’t bat an eye before saying yes. We talked about the parts that would be fun. Having a roommate (or a second roommate, as she said, because the ladybug that has taken up residence in her room is her first roommate). Playing dress-up & Barbies. We talked about the parts that would be hard. Sharing toys. Less attention from mommy & mama.
Scoot came to us on Friday night. Named for her love and persistence of our little scooter.
Before Scoot arrived, Carrot remembered how scary it was to go to a new house, and said, “when my bed was ready for me, I felt more welcome. She can have the cow blanket.” I nearly started crying when she put her beloved Cinderella doll on the new girl’s pillow.
The few adults I have talked to about Scoot are curious about specifics. Wait, why was there no notice? Couldn’t they plan ahead for their vacation?
Scoot was removed from a very violent home about two months ago. Lived with a foster family. Foster mom went on a vacation that she couldn’t bring Scoot. The respite home was unsafe, so Scoot had to be removed, and brought here. Can’t keep track of all that? Me neither. That’s at least three homes in two months. At least two nights when a four year old thought she was sleeping in one house, and ended up with complete strangers. Imagine how much her head is spinning.
But, Carrot didn’t ask too many questions. I have 28 more years on this planet, but she has lived in different worlds, and has an understanding that I never will.