My mother started to foster when I was only seven years old.
I can’t imagine a life with just my brother and I as a family. People would ask me do I come from a big family and I would always answer ‘yes’ - I have one blood brother but I’m blessed to be able to call every foster child a brother or sister in our family. From the moment we open our doors I would find ways to make the child feel part of the family.
As a family we have great abundance of love for every child. I always take time to listen to any concerns or problems they might have, I would try and give the best advice that comes from my experience without any reservations.
Every child has the right to be loved and accepted; the courage that they have to walk through our door earns them a place in our home. A lot of the time these children would come into foster care though circumstances beyond their control and somehow manage to deal with the change better than a grown up would. All I want to do is be able to help a child that is feeling, lost, confused and frighten to feel safe and wanted.
I am now 19 and hope to follow in my mother’s footsteps and foster when I am settled as an adult.
Growing up in a fostering family has taught me so much about unconditional love.