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The Emotional Rollercoaster of Being a Foster Grandparent

By Lester Wills


Back in 2009 I was a new immigrant to the US. I was living with my daughter and son-in-law as I got on my feet in my new country. At the time they were foster-to-adopt parents, awaiting a placement of a child/children aged 0-5 with the hope of eventually adopting.


I discovered that when you are registered to be a foster parent, things can happen quickly, suddenly in fact. My daughter and son in law were at work, I was in the house when I got a call from my daughter telling me that it was highly likely that two young girls would be arriving within a few hours. They both came home shortly afterward and within a relatively short time, the social workers arrived with two young girls aged 4 and 3. It was that quick! One moment we were a family of three, the next we were a family of five!


I have a lasting memory, one that is burned in my brain, of these two frightened little girls, standing in the kitchen, wearing very thin clothes (tee shirts, shorts, and flip flops) with a small plastic bag that had a couple of dollar store toys in it. That was all they had. They had literally just been removed from their home and had been given no time to bring anything else with them. If my experiences up to that point had not brought home the reality of what fostering meant, this most certainly did. It is a moment I will never forget.


Over the course of the next few days, we gradually got to know the two girls, I shall call them Sara (4) and Vicky (3). They were full of questions, understandably a little scared. My daughter and son in law did amazing things to make them feel at ease, answering their questions in a positive way, establishing a loving safe environment for them and buying both of them clothes and toys.


Gradually things settled into a routine and the girls seemed to adapt to their new environment. While I got on with both children, Sara and I seemed to hit it off especially well. Sara wanted to learn to dance but had never had the opportunity, so we bought her an outfit and some dance shoes and every week I took her to classes. I came to really enjoy our time together and remember those dance classes with great fondness


I was more than a little shocked at how quickly it ended. Once again it was all very sudden. It felt like one moment they were with us, the next they were gone. (Of course there had been weeks of pre-reunification visits, court dates etc but from where I stood it was like I was a Grandpa one minute and the next I wasn’t anymore)


I saw the mixed emotions on the faces of my daughter and son in law. They knew the children were going back home - which is the goal of foster care! But it was also painful as they had given these girls their love and were now saying goodbye. That caused mixed emotions in me as well. Seeing what my daughter and son in law were going through as well as having to say goodbye to girls who, in every sense, had become my grandchildren. Just as Sara was about to walk out the door she turned and ran to me and jumped into my arms. I will admit I had tears then and even now when I think of that moment, but that is a memory I will treasure forever.


I would love to know how the girls are today, but know that is not possible. I just hope they have as fond memories of me as I have of them. I feel it was an honor and a privilege to have been grandpa to these girls, even if it was only for a few months.


I have many warm memories of my first experience of being a foster grandparent. I saw the commitment of my daughter and son in law doing everything they could to make this a safe transition for these girls, facilitating the process of getting them reunited with their biological family. Even though they knew this was temporary, while the girls were with us, they gave their all.


My Dad grew up in foster care. He spoke very little of his experience but he did say just how much his first Foster Mom meant to him. I never really understood, until I became a Foster Grandpa myself and then I was able to understand why. People say all the time “I could never foster, I would get too attached”. As a Grandpa who lived in the home with his Foster Grandkids I can tell you for a fact you will get attached. You will love these kids like your own. And even if you have to say goodbye, it is worth it. It is worth getting attached to make a difference in a child’s life. My Dad spoke of his first Foster Mom with great fondness - seventy years after he said good bye to her - she was his Mom for just a period of his life but the impact of her love and care lasted an entire lifetime….


Photo by Benjamin Manley on Unsplash. Photo by Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash


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