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Hi my name is Katie, I am a foster carer with my family.
By Andy Kirk on October 8th, 2013
To me fostering means looking after children that can't live with their parents, grandparents etc at that specific time and giving them the love and reassurance they need to live a happy life ( which every child deserves) until they either go back and live with their family or go to another carer and their family.
By Andy Kirk on October 7th, 2013
I think fostering is about giving kids that did not have quite a good time at home maybe because of a crisis or mum/dad was too young.
By Andy Kirk on October 4th, 2013
Fostering is when we look after kids that their mums and dads are ill and can't look after them.
By Andy Kirk on October 3rd, 2013
Hey everyone, I'm going to tell you about being a foster sister. I have been a foster sister since I was 5 (2006).
By Andy Kirk on October 2nd, 2013
I have been fostering for 1 and a half years now, I have had lots of experiences thoughts and feelings through fostering when we received our first child I was really excited I wanted to buy him loads of toys as he was only 3 days old!
By Andy Kirk on October 1st, 2013
So what constitutes behavioural difficulties or a child out of control, and does it apply to your child?
By Cathy Glass on October 1st, 2013
Much is made of the amazing qualities foster carers have; and rightly so. To open your home and your heart to a child in need takes patience, perseverance and a great deal of empathy, to name but a few qualities. But it's all too easy to overlook the fact that, in many cases, it's not just the foster carer who opens up their home to a child in need, it's the whole family.
By Andy Kirk on September 30th, 2013
I'm Carina, a 19-year-old full time media student and I have long had an interest in fostering, and through my studies I have researched a lot about the care system.
By media on September 24th, 2013
As the new term starts, I’m grateful that I’m beyond the age to be dragged around the shops to pick up new items of uniform, including shoes with enough room to grow into. Or in the latter educational years, packing up the car to be greeted with the bare brick walls of a new university hall, armed with only a familiar duvet cover and a wardrobe of decidedly odd clothes.
By James Foyle on September 24th, 2013