Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Respite O and M

I took respite two more times over the past month. The first one was little miss O. Oh how I loved her. Such a beautiful incredible little angel. Precious as can be. She is biracial and I very quickly had to learn her hair. Between her teenage attitude at 3 and her hair, that was our biggest struggle, otherwise, she was a joy and a pleasure to have.

Miss M. Oh my goodness Miss M. She has some pretty significant trauma and attachment issues. She is 3 and had 6 moves in 6 months. I was told by her previous placement that hes loud but no behavioral challenges and she cannot see why she has had so many disruptions.... Let me list some behaviors for y'all: fecal smearing, inappropriate boundaries, sexualized behaviors, peeing on my foster child's face, peeing on my couch because I spoke with her therapist, hitting, screaming in my face, cursing, kicking, biting, killing a baby bird.... the list continues. This poor child was out of control seeking some ways of being in control of her environment. I barely made it through the week. I joyously kissed her goodnight each night because it meant a break for me. It was a challneged.

The thing that challenged me the most was seeing my little one get abused by another child. That was so hard. She doesn't understand enough for me to explain little M is hurting. She didn't understand why she was being cursed at or that those words were wrong to say. It hurt my heart. I reached out to the licensing worker assigned to this kiddo's family for support and she ignored my reach. So I fought through it.

My next conversation was with my licensing worker. I told her I would no longer do any children older than baby now toddler M. I would not put her through this again. Toddler M would always be the oldest in my home. I got push back but I am going to stay firm. I know everyone wants the babies. I get that. But guess what?? There are many many babies sitting in group care that could be in a home. So I have my secong crib (sitting in a pile of wood on my living room floor) and I am only doing children younger. I will not put her through that again.



Am I crazy?

 K

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