So, October's Sons & Daughters campaign has come to an end and with it, our blogging competition.
Our blogging competition officially closed for entries last night; this year we've had more blogs than we've ever had! Our judges are reading them all and will have a really tough job picking the three winners, which we'll announce on Monday 4th November.
In the last blog I talked about children who were out of control, and I received many emails from carers who recognised the signs. In the 30 years I’ve been fostering I’ve learnt a lot about regaining control.
A lot of people ask me as a foster sibling : “do you not just want your parents too yourself?” and the answer has always been the same. No.
I didn't like being an only child because I didn't have anyone too play with. I wanted someone to come to be my sister and Kerri is my big sister now. She is kind and caring and beautiful. I sometimes find it tricky when she gets ill or angry.
What fostering means to me
I am Thomas, and my family and I have been fostering for just over 3 years.
Our family has been crazy since the two foster children moved in, along with my mother, father, younger brother and older sister. We are now a family of 7, and things have not been the same since.
The Fostering Network would like to thank everyone who came to Walk the Difference along the River Thames yesterday, and everyone who kindly sponsored and supported the walkers.
Today's blog comes from two sisters whose family foster. Enjoy!
Most people think fostering is a cranky old woman/man who looks after some badly behaved children, for example the inaccurate program on the CBBC channel which only shows it from the foster kids point of view.